When I saw that it was her birthday today, I knew that it would only be good and right to feature her as the Friday Femme.
It’s funny–with this particular artist, I’ve gone through waves of liking, rejecting and liking-all-over-again. I haven’t thought too much about her, of late.
And I have to admit–I’m not a fan of all of her work. It can be a little over-the-top for me. A little one-note. A little cold.
There are pieces that I really like. These, for instance. These coy, fierce or dashing women. I love their strength and her use of line and color.
And in revisiting the work today, I do see what is important and interesting about her. Not the least of which, was her own life. She had quite the long, wild ride.
And her portrait photos indicate to me that she must have viewed herself from the same lens she viewed and then painted her subjects.
Heavy on the fashion. Double-dose on the Drama.
But who said there is anything wrong with a little Drama?
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The closer I look, and weed out the type of paintings that she tended to do over and over again, I see much pathos, sympathy and understanding in her work.
And that, I must say, surprised me.
Which was a happy (birthday) surprise.