This week, I went to Weatherspoon Art Museum for an Andy Warhol exhibition of polaroids (good), and an Andrew Mesches show (very emotional and interesting).
The other show was the real draw: Hans Hofmann. Two large rooms of his paintings- including some preliminary drawings and studies. AMAZING!!! He produced 50 paintings that year. FIFTY. Even with my trips for exhibitions and lectures, my book illustrations (which are kicking my butt!), my paintings and writings, I'm feeling a bit inadequate.
Hofmann's work is passionate and layered. Expressive and immediate. Lyrical. I actually shed a few tears. The guard kind of laughed at me and said there had been a man in the other day who reacted the same way. Then, he quietly asked me to explain what it was I saw that he was missing. His words are still ringing in my ears.
Tonight, I'm filled with gratitude. For those of us who taste color, feel music, hear lines and shapes, etc. we are truly, truly blessed.
K
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