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This month:
An artist that inspires you.
I'm really not sure what to answer to that. I cannot name one or even several artists whose work I feel is an influence on what I make.
Of course there are a few visual artists I am particularly fond of.
Painters Turner and Magritte, as well as photographer André Kertész come to mind immediately.
For some reason(s) that I'm not sure I would want to explore, even if I felt I could.
I simply enjoy looking at their work and letting my mind ramble.
But I wouldn't say they are an influence. It's more like what makes me like them is also what makes me come up with the ideas and objects I come up with.
One work of art that has played a special role in my life is this landscape by Van Gogh. It's entitled Yellow Wheat and Cypresses.
I am not the happy owner of this painting— it's in a museum somewhere, possibly in the National Gallery but I'm not sure.
I have just owned three reproductions of it. Two of them face each other across my living-room at the moment— a large framed print and a larger unframed copy that my brother had made especially for me in China (unsigned, as I asked— it's a copy not a fake). One of the (many) things that make people find my flat "interesting" to plain old "weird".
I first "saw" this painting when I came across a very large print of it, as I was browsing through prints, looking for something to make the white walls of my Cambridge room less white. It was love at first sight. The print was really huge and much too expensive but I just had to have it.
For two years, it was the "detail" that, to my eyes at least, made my bedsitter harmonious as opposed to its original drab state.
After that, it was my visual haven in three more flats, until the paper (I never framed it) couldn't take any more. I was starting a new life, in a different city— I shed that skin.
But after a few years I remembered it and realized I'd missed it. So I hunted down a quality print on the net. Not as large as the "original", but good enough. I felt much better once I'd gotten, framed and hung up the successor. And then two years ago I had the opportunity to have a copy made— for texture— A really large one.
I must have spent hours gazing at this landscape, getting lost in its perfection.
I am no Van Gogh fan. I don't even like his painting most of the time. But this particular painting is me. Somehow.
There's quite a bit of yellow in this, and ususally, yellow is my least favourite colour. But I just love the yellow strokes in this. Just as much as the gorgeous green ones and the delightful blue ones.
The mix of violence and placidity I see in this picture is mysteriously soothing for me, to this day.
The chaotic harmony of it— I really cannot get enough of it.
I guess it epitomizes the mystery of art. As opposed to design. So, a very, very distant influence and source of inspiration...
