A quick sketch of dear Frida as my portrait this week. The weekend before last, Kurt and I headed to Atlanta to see the wonderful exhibit the High Museum has of 120 paintings and drawings by Frida and Diego. It was wonderful! I highly recommend it- even if you’re not sure you are a fan of Frida’s work. Seeing them in person and a few inches from your face might change your mind. The exhibit shows the influences they had on each other, the influence of their political beliefs on their art, and of course the influence of their relationship.
Sadly, I did no sketching. I just stared and stared and stared and took a few photos (but not of the Frida & Diego exhibit).
I expected the High Museum to be bigger. I have to say that the permanent collection at the Indianapolis Museum of Art is much more impressive (O’Keeffe, Monet, Van Gogh, Gauguin, and so on) it must be at least twice as big as the High. But there were some real gems to be found here. Here are a few that I really admired:
I’m a sucker for a good Madonna like my Migah was.
Ancient alien theorists believe…
“Funeral of Atala”, ca. 1811 by Anne-Louis De Roussy Girodet-Trioson
This painting is apparently a ‘new world’ take on Romeo and Juliet based on a popular French novel by Chateaubriand. According to the High plaque: “Here we see Chactas, a Natchez Indian, mourning his beloved Atala, a half Native American, half Euopean maiden, after she commits suicide to keep from breaking the vow of chastity she made to her dying mother.” Quite dramatic. I just love this painting. I got to wondering about the symbolism of the plants the artist chose. It looks like some kind of ivy and wisteria. I could imagine that wisteria could be a very mournful flower.
I had a strong dislike for everything in the contemporary wing except this piece which was awesome. It also did a strange sound distortion thing… when you stood so that your body looked almost normal but your head shape was filled with tiny faces you could hear your voice projected back to you perfectly, loudly, and clearly as if you were were whispering into your own ear.
There were some neat murals sprinkled around town, too. It was a great trip- lots of art (although we never made it to the galleries we intended to see), great food, records, used books, and oddly enough- a great yard sale!!