I am reading this interesting book, I am not trough with it yet but I ve been inspired to share some thoughts about it with all of you readers. Marc Chagall was born in Belarus in 1887 and died in France in 1985 after a period spent in New York due to the Nazi invasion. I don't go more deeply into facts but I wanted to share my thinking while reading his book "My life". This gentle, deep and touching book was a gift to me by my loved husband for my birthday and this means a lot to me. from this present I was able to know a little more about an artist that I didn't discover much before. March Chagall through his pages showed me how figurative art and other forms can be as effective in revealing our Self through it, and be experienced by those who look, listen, and read our art. The writing of Marc is very much poetry even though he writes about his life's experience, I've been exposed to the story of a child, a man and artist, his turmoils, his joys and simple every day life.; Chagall's art now is more clear to me, he explained how deep and essential his family, his village, and his connections were to him, and also the jewish culture he had been raised into. It is admirable the commitment and love that he had for his loved ones. His life to me is depicted into his dreamy paintings, because this was the way he saw his life, this was the way he experienced it. Lots of the characters in his paintings are flying and many loved ones also flew away from physical life to eternity, leaving Chagall with a new depth. I will share with you few lines to explain what i am trying to say. "In those days, I was particularly stupid and, it seems to me, happy. Grandfather, i still remember you. One day, coming upon a sketch of a nude woman, he turned his back on it, as it were none of his business, or as if it were a strange star in the market place of no concern to the inhabitants. And I understood then, that my grandfather, as well as my wrinkled little grandmother and all my family, completely ignored my art (what an art, that doesn't even pretend to a resemblance!), and valued meat very highly. [...] But Im not joking. If my art played no part in my family's life, their lives and their achievements greatly influenced my art.
Chagall in his book explains to us the challenges and the joy of being an artist at his time and universally. I hope i generated enough interest in his book to make you read it because his poetry is very touching and beautiful, enjoy!
Here another little extract of Chagall beautiful poetry
"Green leaves rustling Your stones. Your graves. Hedgerows muddy river, prayers made. All that is before me. No words. It all lies deep within me, writhes and soars like my memory of you. Your pallor, the thinness of your hands, your dried skeletons, bring a lump to my throat. To whom shall i pray? How beseech you, beseech God through you, for a bit of happiness, of joy? I often look at the emptiness of the blue sky, I look at it dry-eyed, with pity and sadness. You know, my parents, I'm already a different man-sad and disillusioned of many things!
But enough! Au revoir!
I've been reflecting on woman in art after my visit at the De Young museum, her femininity transpires so well into Georgia's paintings, I see that in my paintings too, almost as if our expressions are a mirror of us, it is beautiful to see that.
I've seen many reproductions of her paintings and i can say that they are not half as beautiful as the real ones, i just wanted to remind the obvious, the oil paint is thick and smooth, it calls you to it. Her compositions are stunning, her natural world is a tool for expression, it is used to channel her art; nature is often abstracted and colors are chosen in a vibrant equilibrium.
I experience and enjoy the freedom of her visual expression, Georgia surprises us in what she offers us visually and often accompanies that with some writings about it. This made me think about how i can expand my opportunity of expression and i want to share it with you: DRAWING NO.9 is the drawing of a headache. It was a very bad headache at the time that i was busy drawing every night, sitting on the floor in front of the closet door. Well, I had headache, why not do something with it? So-here it is. By Georgia O'Keeffe
I wanted to close with two quotes by Georgia, this one that remind to what i said first "I feel that there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore"' and
this one "Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time-like to have a friend takes time"
THANKS FOR YOUR TIME, Hope you have enjoyed it!
My desire would be that everyone that could share anything related to art, their art, art making, art viewing with no expectation but with the same freedom that brought ME making all my works.