This morning I had a realization about what I paint. Landscapes, exterior or interior, through which something moves slowly, altering the space, shadows, reflections. People in the museum, cows on the hillside, boats in the water, dogs in the meadow.
Museum Goer Reads All About It 11"X14" Oil on Canvas SOLD So the museum is the Pompidou Center in Paris. Miraculously, by just clicking around, I found the very painting: Alice, printemps 1933 by Balthus.
Museum Goer Moves On 16"X12" Oil on Canvas $450 Why this. Why now? Do I know? No. Seeing where it takes me. Maybe nowhere. If nothing else, I learn a lot in the process of painting the great works whose titles I should know but don't. I am not a very disciplined museum goer myself. I get distracted by the light, vast spaces, the play of the figures against the art as they move through the galleries.