I remember, as a little girl, drawing and sketching. I loved colors and the intimate details of the world around me. When I first discovered that no two snowflakes were alike, I was mesmerized by them, carefully looking at each one. Unfortunately, the only way to do that was in the dead of winter. I had to catch them on my mitten, where they quickly melted from the heat eminating from my hand and through the mitten.
As I got older, my attention turned to sketching all those details I saw around me. I did my best to enhance my skills on my own by taking art classes all through school. It was there that I began to learn about all of the artists that I have come to love. It all started with a report on Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel. I posted a wonderful, interactive site of the Chapel on this post. You really should check it out.
I have learned to love many artists since then. My favorite being Renoir; I am drawn to his floral paintings, but love them all.
However, by far, my favorite painting is Starry Night by VanGogh. I could sit and look at that painting for hours on end. It is not so much the colors used (they are dark) but the patterns and fluidity of it; it almost seems to move as you look at it. You can feel his instability and his heartbreak. He was a tortured soul.
But what a master he was. He captured the night sky and its bright stars beautifully. These stars break through the darkness of night and reveal life below in the form of a little village. The wind blows and shifts. Constant movement.
What is your favorite piece of art?