Interesting to contemplate the similarities between composition on a canvas and on the page.
and that pesky blue horse rising above Park Slope reminded me of my surprsie when I learned about Kensington Stables. What? I couldn't believe you could taking riding lessons in NYC.
I love the painting, horse and all. When I think of roof tops and painting, Paris immediately comes to mind (would it have done for Mimi, I wonder?). Oh and it's a (Franz Marc?) blue horse, so a painting very much about painting, perhaps. As a single mum myself I'm very drawn to the idea of her thinking deeply about her craft while painting in her child's bedroom.
I definitely feel like she lifted the horse from the Seine and brought it to Brooklyn. Also, she titled it dream (I learned in this era). She kept dream journals, too.
“Discerning what is true in a painting, as in a memory, is quietly satisfying. These tiny matters make up a whole private universe. Each of us must be mapped this way, carrying around small, perplexing things filed like cold cases, forgotten until solved, save for the internal sense that something tipped needs righting.” Beautifully put, as is the essay as a whole.
I am so touched by the life you share being with artists parents. Being an artist who’s life my daughters will uncover when I am gone is one I always wonder what will they say. Thank you Eliza.
I love this 'a horse is against the rules' and, writing memoir, I am acutely aware of my protagonist's shadow ... as wild ponies, frightened by bird scarers, race in a group through the back door and across the kitchen while I write
Interesting to contemplate the similarities between composition on a canvas and on the page.
and that pesky blue horse rising above Park Slope reminded me of my surprsie when I learned about Kensington Stables. What? I couldn't believe you could taking riding lessons in NYC.
Where the rich congregate, there will be horse…
I love the painting, horse and all. When I think of roof tops and painting, Paris immediately comes to mind (would it have done for Mimi, I wonder?). Oh and it's a (Franz Marc?) blue horse, so a painting very much about painting, perhaps. As a single mum myself I'm very drawn to the idea of her thinking deeply about her craft while painting in her child's bedroom.
I definitely feel like she lifted the horse from the Seine and brought it to Brooklyn. Also, she titled it dream (I learned in this era). She kept dream journals, too.
Slayed
A feminist artist making choices, free to explore her visions. Love reading your beautiful writing! Thank you for these stories. 😍
Thank you, Sonia. Yes, of course any artist can paint whatever they want. This painting just set me off balance
“Discerning what is true in a painting, as in a memory, is quietly satisfying. These tiny matters make up a whole private universe. Each of us must be mapped this way, carrying around small, perplexing things filed like cold cases, forgotten until solved, save for the internal sense that something tipped needs righting.” Beautifully put, as is the essay as a whole.
Thank you, Linnesby
Eliza, I think that you would love the work Anna Wharton is doing right now around truth in memoir. Absolutely love this piece.
Thank you, Lindsay. I have read a little of it and was attracted like a bee to honey.
So cool that you found the connection. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you, David.
I am so touched by the life you share being with artists parents. Being an artist who’s life my daughters will uncover when I am gone is one I always wonder what will they say. Thank you Eliza.
Thank you, Jean!
I love this 'a horse is against the rules' and, writing memoir, I am acutely aware of my protagonist's shadow ... as wild ponies, frightened by bird scarers, race in a group through the back door and across the kitchen while I write
I’d like to see that …