Greetings, sweet Tuesday of mine. Gorgeous day and gorgeous week on tap for
the art world to descend upon Miami like a swarm of chic and black clad
locusts. How I love this time of year. Today I thought I'd post some pieces as well as a photo of Helen
Frankenthaler, one of my most favorite painters of all time. If you are
arty, you of course know who she is, but if you are on the periphery, you
may not have heard of her- she is arguably not the household name of her
contemporaries like Jackson Pollack. She's in her early 80s now, but was a
prolific member of the Abstract Expressionist movement and as long as I can
remember, her work has given me a deep sense of satisfaction, sensuality,
and warmth. I'd love to be able to hug one of her canvases and return the
favor of their embrace. Her work is just so inviting (the one attached with
the red and pink field in the middle almost has a heartbeat, right?) and
positively divine. A few seasons back at the big show, I spotted an INSANELY beautiful piece of
Ms. Frankenthaler's, a lush green wonderland of a canvas that almost made me
pass out. And then David made me ask the price. It could have been mine for
a mere $350,000- peanuts for the Basel crowd but insane nonetheless. I stood
in front of that painting for what seemed like a week- marveling at its
serene and rich beauty. There are just some artists that stir your soul- and
that's what great art does I suppose. I just adore her and hope to see some
more of her pieces up close at Basel this year. If I had the benjis, I would
surely procure one of her pieces and let it light up my whole house. A girl
can dream, I suppose. And Ms. Frankenthaler will surely enter mine. As she's
quoted in the photo above "Every canvas is a journey all its own." I'm
thankful that as a viewer, I get to come along for the ride. And that's what's up this dreamy, abstract Tuesday in the MIA. Getting
stoked for the next few days of dizzying overstimulation. See you there,
virtually or in person. XO
the art world to descend upon Miami like a swarm of chic and black clad
locusts. How I love this time of year. Today I thought I'd post some pieces as well as a photo of Helen
Frankenthaler, one of my most favorite painters of all time. If you are
arty, you of course know who she is, but if you are on the periphery, you
may not have heard of her- she is arguably not the household name of her
contemporaries like Jackson Pollack. She's in her early 80s now, but was a
prolific member of the Abstract Expressionist movement and as long as I can
remember, her work has given me a deep sense of satisfaction, sensuality,
and warmth. I'd love to be able to hug one of her canvases and return the
favor of their embrace. Her work is just so inviting (the one attached with
the red and pink field in the middle almost has a heartbeat, right?) and
positively divine. A few seasons back at the big show, I spotted an INSANELY beautiful piece of
Ms. Frankenthaler's, a lush green wonderland of a canvas that almost made me
pass out. And then David made me ask the price. It could have been mine for
a mere $350,000- peanuts for the Basel crowd but insane nonetheless. I stood
in front of that painting for what seemed like a week- marveling at its
serene and rich beauty. There are just some artists that stir your soul- and
that's what great art does I suppose. I just adore her and hope to see some
more of her pieces up close at Basel this year. If I had the benjis, I would
surely procure one of her pieces and let it light up my whole house. A girl
can dream, I suppose. And Ms. Frankenthaler will surely enter mine. As she's
quoted in the photo above "Every canvas is a journey all its own." I'm
thankful that as a viewer, I get to come along for the ride. And that's what's up this dreamy, abstract Tuesday in the MIA. Getting
stoked for the next few days of dizzying overstimulation. See you there,
virtually or in person. XO
