In my eyes there is only one art—not high or low; not fine or decorative. Paintings, sculpture, furniture, ceramics, jewelry, textiles, embroideries, glass—I look at and care about much of this; the people who make or made it and those who collect and sell it--those are my targets. [AS FOR POSTS: MY TARGET FOR THAT IS WEEKLY FROM FRIDAY TO MONDAY.]
Thursday, 10 April 2014
In Paris strolling with Watteau
"From Watteau to Fragonard: les getes galantes" is a honey of a show. It is at the Jacquemart Andre museumi in Paris until the 21st of July. It is bound to be a delight even in the heat (and tourist, sardine can) of summer. But now in Spring it could not be better. Cold, wet, windy winter is over! Time to drift out into the city; to stroll and to loll about under the trees. Why not do it in the company of Jean-Antoine Watteau (1684-1721) and those who soon followed--Nicolas Lancret (1690-1743); Jean-Baptise Pater (1695-1725) and even those Johnnies come later, Jean-Honore Fragonard (1732--1806) and Francois Boucher (1703--1770). But earlier is better certainly here, now in Paris and at the same time, then in the bloom of the 18th century. Afterwards, walk in the evening and dream of the marionette vendors, the flirts, the gowns and floppy- bow trimmed shoes.
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