Reflection On Paintings
Seeing and staring at the painting makes me realize that I can understand what’s going on in the painter’s mind. Ya, at least I tried to understand. It was also a kind of therapy. What makes me surprised is, I suddenly realized the face in Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory after 13 years. The first time I saw the painting was when I was 14 years old in the Microsoft Encarta Encyclopedia. At that time, I just focused on the melting clocks and I thought the face is a horse. His paintings reflected on me through memories and loss in time. Staring blankly, reminiscence, and sometimes thinking about the past and the future while not forgetting the present.
And Vincent Van Gogh was one of my favorite painters.
Marc Chagall. I and the Village. 1911, has resonated with me about how close am I to the place where I was born and shaped by it. It placed the memories to remind me that wherever I go, I must remember my roots. The place that is associated with your identity, and the memories you have, has made you grow and become adaptable. Go everywhere, be adaptable, and stay with your identity. Losing your identity is like something constantly missing in your life. The connection he has with animals makes me realize that animals also can give an impact on your relationship. To treat humans, animals, and plants better. The dotted explained it better.
Looking and trying to understand Marcel Duchamp. Bicycle Wheel. 1951, I agreed with him. “I was interested in ideas — not merely in visual products.” Art itself is an expression of an artist regardless of what people think. Art should encourage people. Should be or should not be. Taking a readymade object and turning it exactly into what it should be, has made a limit. Art should not have limitations. Manifesting itself beyond the limit has made us understand that there is a certain part that we can associate ourselves with. The function of the object, the beauty of the design, or perhaps the ideas that came from the art of creation.
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner. Street, Dresden. 1908 view on how we process the living of everyday life. We live in a busy, hectic trying to make end living. We often feel that how life is short and ignore everything that happens around us until it affects us. The bright and bold color of how we thought we live in this life and the world happening around us. However, our part in society, living closely, the line shows us how actually we feel disconnected from society. The art was able to show us what we feel about being isolated and alienated from society. The tone of the color and the outline of the people show us what is to feel detached and lonely in a place full of people.
