Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Birth of Impressionism
No matter what season it is outside, I've learned that after a show, it's time for me and my studio to lie fallow for a bit.
It seems contradictory. Fueled by the adrenaline rush of preparation and the reception, I used to rush back into the studio, but like a cake without the leavening, the work I made fell flat and I learned to say, "Vacation time!"
I'd love two weeks in Paris so I could drink in art and a few cafe au laits, but there's that small matter of my other job and my bank account--so I've been wondering,
What do you do to refuel? I'd love to hear some of the ways you restore and refuel yourself after an exhibit or teaching a class.
Birth of Impressionism exhibit, an hour and a half down Interstate 80 in San Francisco.
My sister and I piled into the car with lots of water, and munchies and headed off. It was a beautiful blue sky day and a whopper of an exhibition.
The DeYoung Museum is the only museum in the world to host this show from the Musée d’Orsay in Paris. The exhibit is arranged so that you can trace the artistic movement from the French Realist style (approved by the official Government Salon) to the original and inventive style we now call Impressionism.
My sister and I walked through galleries painted a deep salmon and hung with paintings by Courbet, Manet (that challenger of tradition!), Pissaro, Monet, Renoir, not to mention Berthe Morisot and Cezanne.