personal – Muttering Retreats

I Love Eva, Too

I have a terrifically (in all senses of the word) conflicted relationship with this artist, but I do so love how he depicts women at this stage of his career. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom. P.G. Wodehouse Alas, despite this hall seeming to be a promising beginning to a gallery of fascinating and drool-inspiring sculpture, this was more or less all that the CMOA had to offer. There wereContinue reading “Average Art”

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Keeping in mind that this is not “my genre” — some displays are way more fun to photograph than they deserve. (Or maybe I’m completely dense, and this was the artist’s intent all along.) Shot on Pixel 6 Pro, black and white filter.

The Object of Art

It seems fair to assume that a major challenge of putting art on display for public consumption, among many challenges, is that old adage about it taking all types to make a world. And that one person’s type is another person’s anathema. Trash vs. treasure, and all that. Yet sometimes – okay, oftentimes – despiteContinue reading “The Object of Art”

This Guy Again

In the immortal words of Depeche Mode – I just can’t get enough. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro, black and white filter.

Bienvenue a Columbus

Another adventure awaits. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro, black and white filter.

Hermosa Mujer

A running theme in the many, many galleries within the halls of the two Philadelphia art museums we visited, was the way the public — in particular the art critics — of the time responded to art that broke the then-current convention. Spoiler: the responses were frequently, if not mostly, negative. In this case, CourbetContinue reading “Hermosa Mujer”

The Belly of Montmartre

Every once in awhile a painting takes me back in time, to another place and age where I was surrounded by different things and engaged with different people. I get goosebumps as I see, just outside the corner of my eye, someone that I recognize. Someone that I swear, must have posed for this pieceContinue reading “The Belly of Montmartre”

Anything You Can Do …

“Why shouldn’t I be proud to be a woman? My father, that enthusiastic apostle of humanity, told me again and again that it was woman’s mission to improve the human race…To his doctrines I owe my great and glorious ambition for the sex to which I proudly belong, whose independence I’ll defend till my dyingContinue reading “Anything You Can Do …”

Bull-horn’d and wand’ring thro’ the gloom of Night

I often balk when museum signs point out a spot and urge me to “take a photo here”, and all around me are tourists, each with their phone — or an actual camera, heaven forfend! — obeying said directions. Maybe I don’t want to take this shot, I think to myself. Maybe I can findContinue reading “Bull-horn’d and wand’ring thro’ the gloom of Night”