I fell in love at first sight at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Nope…not a man. Well…okay….a man. A man’s painting, rather. I’ve never been a Van Gogh fan, but all that changed the day I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with his painting, Roses!!!
I stood there gazing at this painting for quite some time, probably to the ire of the people behind me. I paint with acrylics, and I’m so interested in how other artists, famous or not, apply their medium and use paint strokes, so without knowing it, I got closer and closer to the painting.
I was fascinated with the lush, luminescent colors, the seemingly sloppy, but 0h-so-thought-out brush strokes. So I got even closer…
BUSTED…I got yelled at for being far too close to Vincent’s painting!!!!!!! I slinked away in shame, only to be followed by the same guard that bawled me out. Youch!