For everything, there is a story...
Self Portrait
I was at the Louvre on my honeymoon explaining to my new wife, Michelle, Gericault’s The Raft of the Medusa, extolling my college art history knowledge. As we moved on, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning, I found standing behind us a small gaggle of tourists who complemented me on my art knowledge and noting that my story telling of the piece was far more interesting than the museum’s own tape recordings they were listening to. They wanted to continue to follow us through the museum so they could listem to my story telling which we did.
It has occurred to me since then and on numerous other occasions that art is not only about the pieces themselves, but the stories attached to them. Let’s face it; the study of art history is really the study of the stories of the artists, their themes and individual pieces. What would Van Gogh be today if we didn’t know about his well documented ear amputation induced by mental illness and his love(?) for a prostitute?
The theme of my E-Gallery site here is not only to “show” my work but to “tell” the stories. Moving forward, I will be blogging weekly sightings of interesting (in my mind) sightings around the world of art.
Carlo Clausius
It has occurred to me since then and on numerous other occasions that art is not only about the pieces themselves, but the stories attached to them. Let’s face it; the study of art history is really the study of the stories of the artists, their themes and individual pieces. What would Van Gogh be today if we didn’t know about his well documented ear amputation induced by mental illness and his love(?) for a prostitute?
The theme of my E-Gallery site here is not only to “show” my work but to “tell” the stories. Moving forward, I will be blogging weekly sightings of interesting (in my mind) sightings around the world of art.
Carlo Clausius