Every once in a while, I nourish my Self by taking what Julia Cameron calls “Art Dates” in her book, The Artist’s Way. Typically, these are special dates with one’s self to seek inspiration and nurture the artist within.
I explored this in my post Art Date with Myself. Funny, I broke the rules in that post, too!
I take plenty of Art Dates by myself but this time, I chose to spend it with my boyfriend. It was a lovely February day so we decided to explore the newly renovated National Gallery of Art East Wing in Washington DC.
At the end of our artsy adventure, he asks me a provocative question that I love for its directness and the ease with which I can answer it. “What did you fall in love with today?” While I deeply adore viewing all of the pieces in general, there are three works that I am, indeed, in love with.
Henri Matisse – Decorative Composition with Masks (1953)
I’ve been in love with this piece for decades and every time I see it, these feelings grow stronger. Every single time without exception, my heart swells and tears fill my eyes the moment I come around the corner and view this enormous cutout in all its colorful, simplistic glory. It is, by far, my favorite work of all time. Those of you who have fallen in love with art know what I mean and how impossible it is to explain why a piece captures your heart, soul, and imagination.
Pierre Bonnard – Nude in an Interior (1935)
I’m also in love with Pierre Bonnard’s Nude in an Interior (1935). His use of bold blocks of color and pattern, patches of sunlight, his color palette, and contrast of the straight lines of the interior against the feminine curves of the nude captivate me.
Lately, my color palette has been rather dark and often subdued. The joyful, sunny colors of this painting inspire me to play with similar colors.
Francesca Woodman – Caryatid, New York (1980)
This mysterious, otherworldly image by Francesca Woodman captivates me and leaves me with many unanswered questions. Who is this? Where is she? What is she thinking? The tragic and divinely talented Woodhouse died at age 22, leaving behind a great many self-portraits and other beautiful and unsettling images. I love how this piques my curiousity. I want to know more about her art and the creative yet tortured woman who created it.
What art are you in love with?