16 November 2012

post impression

When out and about, one sees other travellers. This one told me she hadn't stopped moving since her husband died. Her valise was a very visual start to a very visual day. Our train arrived -
and we travelled from the city whose flag is of The Southern Cross constellation, to the station named Southern Cross - from which one cannot actually see the sky at all.
Sky RADIANCE - the new exhibition of post-Impressionists curated by Dr Ted Gott at the NGV, was the reason to travel, and to meet another blogger and step through the entry with 750 other culturati in the first 30 minutes of viewing - and radiant they certainly were.
If you know nothing about art, and you are ever pressed for an assessment, it is always safe to say "well of course it's always about 'the light' isn't it?"
So many opulent golden frames ... and silver-haired women with geometric cuts (that would have thrilled Vidal Sassoon if he could have seen them. He actually shocked 'the world' 50 years ago with his creation so radical when compared with what went before; as these painting were in their time).

Usually, I can ignore any painting of a beach and a boat, but yesterday one was my favourite of the show. Georges Seurat painted Grave Lines on The 'English' Channel many times. the one in Melbourne is very small with an very very High-Relief frame that could not be a further contrast of the simple composition.
A picture of a painting is one thing, and getting close to one is another thing altogether. Seurat, bless his paint-stained fingers, can make a boat, and convey calm pleasure out of eight tiny tiny paintstrokes.
It truly is radiant and if you were stoned you could lose yourself in it for hours more than the prolonged contemplation this sober admirer (usually having the attention-span of a canary) was happy to give it.
I loved it enough to steal it for my own. My companion informs that the title role of Seurat was played by Mandy Patinkin in a film Sundays With George. It is probably just a lovely film, but Mandy creeps me out, even in Homeland. I think that's because I saw him in Yentl, where everything creeped me out.
Beaches and boats have the same effect on me, as a direct result of going to high school so close to the shore in a fishing town, that the 'art teacher' would always make us go down there for painting and drawing the many dinghies and moorings.
On one of these days a big slobby black dog came at the group full of enthusiasm and some of the prissy girls started shreiking which escalated the whole thing until the teacher ran across Point Nepean Road to the police station. Plod attended immediately and SHOT THE DOG.
When old people tell you youngsters how different life was before mini-skirts, you'd better believe them. The teacher was probably 22 and PC Plod probably the same.  If I could only go back in a Time Machine and knock their empty heads hard together ...