DAILY ART FIX: On Giorgio Morandi

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Giorgio Morandi “Still Life (1956)”

I was first exposed to Giorgio Morandi ((July 20, 1890 – June 18, 1964) in a used art book I picked up somewhere. It was a compilation, with one small art image and a brief artist bio on each page.

I read of an Italian painter who focused on still lifes of boxes and bottles on a small shelf in his studio. Even with just a small reproduction of one of Morandi’s works, I knew I was looking at a magical kind of painter.

Morandi’s deceptively simple, quiet pictures are powerful, masterly examples of painting. He fulfilled the Modernist philosophy that the craft of how a thing is done is the true subject, no matter what is depicted.

Giorgio Morandi

Giorgio Morandi “Still Life (1946)”

Giorgio Morandi “Still Life (1957)”

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DAILY ART FIX: Hummus with the Bledsoes, Reblogged from One With Clay

From the blog of artist and poet Gary Bowers

One with Clay, Image and Text

This fabulous painting, “Reef,” was created by my artist/writer/poet friend Richard Bledsoe. He posted it on his Facebook timeline and I commented that it had a nice “Hey, let’s put on a show!” feel to it and asked him what his asking price was. He messaged me the price privately, and I told him that was a bargain. Sold!!

So yesterday Richard and his wife and soulmate Michele met me at the Fair Trade Café, right off the Roosevelt light rail stop in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona, to transact and snack. We all had bagels. Richard and I had ours with jalapeño and hummus, and Richard and I had coffee. Michele, whose heart goes out to all animals, especially the unfed and/or distressed, fed torn-off bagel bits to the birds (Sparrows with just a touch of Ravenous Vulture). In an hour that seemed like five minutes to me, we…

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