Daily Archives: November 16, 2013

Nightly Nature

My favorite type of art is natural art. It’s ironic because my grandparents always took me to national parks as a kid, and I absolutely hated it. I hated hiking, I hated nature trails, and I hated views. And now that I look back, I realize everything that I’ve been missing.

Since I’ve been skiing for over 10 years, I’ve been to enough mountain resorts; summits and have seen some incredible views. And every Sunday night I come home late so I don’t take the crosstown bus; instead, I walk through Central Park and come across some pretty sights.

Don’t be afraid of the night, but if you fear anything bad is about to happen, just be a fast runner! I joke. Just admire these two pictures with me of deserted Central Park at 11 PM.

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The MET

For some terrible reason, my phone did not save the photo I took of the little description of this painting. So I’ll take on an explorer role and analyze everything I can about it, because that’s exactly what art is all about.

To be honest, I’d been walking around for about twenty minutes prior to seeing this painting and nothing caught my eye. Everything in the MET is beautiful in its own unique sense, but I’m different in my tastes and I began realizing that as I continually struggled to find any one piece of art all that incredible. Then I saw this painting. I slowed down and began my depiction. Why is there one lone cloud in the middle of the sky? The horizon line is beautifully drawn, and every single detail of the houses is captured. There seems to be a clocktower; this might be exclusively European. Perhaps Italy, I’d say Venice? To combine a city feel with such a bustling hub of ships as the exclusive trading method puts this scene in a late 18th century, early 19th century environment for sure. Behind the most intriguing building (which somewhat resembles a mini-castle) in the middle, there is a church with a dome. Obviously this is European, now that all the details fall into place. The next thing I wondered is why a handful of the bigger ships seemed raggedy and broken down. Had a storm just hit? Was a storm imminent? To go back on my one cloud thought, I began realizing that the sky was a fair shade of grey, but there was obviously enough sunlight for the traders to see, and they didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Thus maybe a storm had just passed.

If I had the money, I’d buy this painting and frame it in one of the main rooms of my house.

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Spontaneuous Trip to the Met

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I’ve been to the Met many times but every time I go, I see something I hadn’t seen before. This small sculpture of a baby caught my eye because i have a strange obsession with babies and dogs. The marble sculpture is named Sabine Houdon and was made by her father  Jean–Antoine Houdon in 1788. From the intricacies of the carving, the relationship between artist and subject is sensed. The details of Sabine’s softly tousled hair and the gentle folds of skin around her armpits show that the artist knew every detail of her little body.  He understood the fragile skin of an infant and carved the hard marble bust in a way that the viewer can imagine how Sabine’s gentle skin really was. I think it’s a very interesting concept that when you look at something, you can  tell who made it by the details seen.