I love Paul Klee. I love Marc Chagall. I love Gustav Klimt. I love the impressionists. I love the post impressionists. I love the surrealists especially. It’s all so inspiring. So we walked around the gallery full of favourites like going to a concert with dozens of stages. Visually this modern art is like seeing live, Sinatra, Elvis, the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, Dylan, Joni Mitchell. It’s that sort of experience.
I love Picasso’s early paintings and his later cubism. Without knowing what an incredible artist he was in pictures the boy with the horse or his blue period I’d not appreciateh is abstract art. He’s so accomplished.
Starry Nights by Van Gogh. There’s the song and here was the original. Wow! I loved seeing the surrealist Salvador Dali’s clocks. Wow!
Seurat and Monet. So many greats, a generation of artists to choose from and there were a whole lot of lesser known but equally or almost equally as exceptional. As a result of the world wars there was a lot of repudiation of the modern. Lots of soul searching and trying to express this. Surrealism was a dream like exploration with elements of Freud.
A whole room of Matisse. Matisse’s dancers and the dancers of Degas. So uplifting. I forgot how much I loved Rousseau until I saw his pictures, thought I love that, and found out it was Rousseau. And Gauguin of course, The Frenchman’s dream come true. We just fell in love with the Fifth Floor and had more floors yet to go. Unbelievably rich eye candy, mind changing, soulful experience.
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