Monthly Archives: June 2016



Caspar David Friedrich (an artist most famously known for his Wanderer work, seen here) presents us with another backside. This time, however, is a woman looking out her window, in what can only be assumed as plotting.

I too carefully observe people, but from the comfort of my bed via Venmo. Oh goodie, you shared beers yesterday? “🎉🚗➡️⚓️😍”?? 


girl w ball


Roy Lichtenstein’s Girl with Ball can be viewed at MoMa. The work was once owned by its founder, Philip Johnson.

Lichtenstein appropriated the girl from an advertisement, but made her look both more fake and more hot.

Way to go, Roy. That’s just the message we’re trying to send to girls everywhere.

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Claude Monet’s Beach at Honfleur is pretty mathematically stellar, to be honest.

The diagonal cut of this rocky terrain splits the composition into two pieces; the stones and sand on the right, with the boats and and water on the left. Add the clouds and the cliffs, and my goodness: Monet does a pretty stellar job drawing the eye into the middle of the canvas.

Turns out though, Monet didn’t complete this work en plein air (“outdoors,” duh) like it seems. Photos of his studio from back then suggest that he worked on it once he returned home from the beach.

Uh, yes! I don’t think I upload a single selfie without at least a Valencia filter these days.

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“But like, do we have to return any of their calls?”



There was a time a few months ago where I found old works of Gauguin’s that I didn’t absolutely hate. Well, thank God, because I’m getting the karma of some truly atrocious quotes in this book I found at an estate sale. And they are total gold:

“I love Brittany. I find wildness and primitiveness there. When my wooden shoes ring on this granite, I hear the muffled, dull, and powerful tone which I try to achieve in paintings.”

Jesus. Gauguin, I think you mean the sound of nails on a goddamn chalkboard.

“Yesterday I was in Pont-Aven. It is ridiculous countryside with little nooks and cascades, as if made for female English watercolorists.”


Don’t worry, the same journal entry gets so much better…

“The maidservants in the inns wear arty ribbons in their headdresses and probably are syphilitic.”

And people want me to think the guy didn’t have syphilis?

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europe bridge


Move over, Rainy Day! There’s a new favorite Caillebotte in town.

On the Europe Bridge is from 1876, and was exhibited with the third Impressionist exhibition in the spring of 1877. Monet tag-teamed this train station theme and displayed seven of his Gare Saint-Lazare paintings. (FYI: The GSL is one of the busiest train stations in Paris.)

Lots of Salon critics and scholarship applaud Caillebotte’s attention to the geometrical aspects of the bridge. Even Emile Zola goes ahead and says,

“Caillebotte, a young painter who shows the greatest of courage and does not shrink from tackling modern subjects life-size.”

What’s funny is, when I read this quote, I can really only think of this:Caillebotte_BackstreetBoys.jpg


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“For months, even for years, through seven sessions of Congress, I wondered, what would bring this body to take action?” Lewis said while Democrats slowly surrounded him at the microphone. “We have lost hundreds and thousands of innocent people to gun violence. Tiny little children. Babies. Students. And teachers. Mother and fathers. Sisters and brothers. Daughters and sons. Friends and neighbors. And what has this body done? Mr. Speaker, not one thing.” – Rep. John Lewis

Sometimes, art is standing up sitting in on what you think is right.


totally accessible


“Totally accessible as it is, you will leave unwillingly the banks of a river, so charming, so luminous, so verdant…” – Victorien Sardou

Yeesh, Sardou! Aren’t you being a little dramatic? I mean, I get it, you’re a dramatist, but come on…you’re talking about a river.

Alfred Sisley’s The Seine at Bougival (a pretty popular town for Impressionist painters; see Renoir’s Dance of it here) was painted in 1872. Please marvel at how there are no boats or people to muck up the landscape, as was usually the case for the Seine.

Preach, Sisley. People are always ruining it for me when they get in my way at the bar.


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“Her heaven will be a love without betrayal.”

some strawberry moon something


Everyone seems to be posting about this strawberry moon (like, what is this?), so I’m gonna skip it and post some mid-seventeenth-century still life of strawberries instead.

UPDATE: I dragged my best friend outside with me, and this moon is LEGIT.