Some of my Favorite Artists

I have always been a fan of art, the thought of somebody using their creative talents to share their thoughts and ideas with the world.  Songs, paintings, sculptures, literature, any expression of how somebody is feeling inside – it all strikes me in different ways, depending on how I am feeling at the time.

Being somewhat dark myself, I am typically drawn to darker images myself, and the darker the personal story of the artist, I am usually more drawn to him.  For example the story of Vincent Van Gogh makes me like his art even more.

However, I have tried to expand my range to include more whimsical and colorful pieces; whether I own them or just covet them.

Michael Goddard – his pieces appeal to my whimsical side, which does not come out very often.  While I do not own any of his pieces yet, I almost did, but changed my mind at the last minute.  I determined I was not “fun” enough to have anything of his in my home.  If I did, I would start with “Lover’s Moon”.  He uses incredibly vibrant colors and most of his other art is fun and whimsical.

Michael Goddard - "Lover's Moon" Note how the wine turns into two lover's silhouetted against the backdrop of the moon.

Michael Goddard – “Lover’s Moon” Note how the wine turns into two lover’s silhouetted against the backdrop of the moon.

Michael Goddard - "7 Heavenly Chards" As I do not drink Chardonnay anymore (it gives me migraines) I thought I could not own this piece.  I realize this was a serious decision for a fun piece.

Michael Goddard – “7 Heavenly Chards” As I do not drink Chardonnay anymore (it gives me migraines) I thought I could not own this piece. I realize this was a serious decision for a fun piece.

Michael Goddard - "7 Deadly Zins" I do not drink reds... same line of thinking as the Chardonnay.  I take myself far too seriously.

Michael Goddard – “7 Deadly Zins” I do not drink reds… same line of thinking as the Chardonnay. I take myself far too seriously.

Fanch Ledan – Ledan is a French artist known for his bright colors and his “interiors”.

Fanch Ledan - "Interior with Max" This is one of the first paintings we bought.  If you read my posts last week, there is a picture of it hanging in my apartment.  I love the bright colors, the ocean outside, and the miniature of the Peter Max, since we also own a Max (not the one pictured, though).

Fanch Ledan – “Interior with Max” This is one of the first paintings we bought. If you read my posts last week, there is a picture of it hanging in my apartment. I love the bright colors, the ocean outside, and the miniature of the Peter Max, since we also own a Max (not the one pictured, though).

Fanch Ledan - "Interior with Klimt" - Another interior, as is Ledan's signature.  Klimt's "The Kiss" can be seen to the left of the spiral staircase.  I am fond of this picture as we used to live in a house with a spiral staircase.  It was a nightmare; you never think about what it will be like to move the furniture upstairs.

Fanch Ledan – “Interior with Klimt” – Another interior, as is Ledan’s signature. Klimt’s “The Kiss” can be seen to the left of the spiral staircase. I am fond of this picture as we used to live in a house with a spiral staircase. It was a nightmare; you never think about what it will be like to move the furniture upstairs.

Thomas Rut – Rut paints mostly semi-nudes; they are very athletic, as his father was an Olympian if I am remembering correctly.

Thomas Rut - "Ambiente" - We have this painting, although it is in storage; my apartment is the size of a hotel room, so there is not enough room for all of the art.

Thomas Rut – “Ambiente” – We have this painting, although it is in storage; my apartment is the size of a hotel room, so there is not enough room for all of the art.

Thomas Rut - "Aeneis" - This is the other painting hanging in my apartment.  We bought it because I also have long dark hair and similar features.

Thomas Rut – “Aeneis” – This is the other painting hanging in my apartment. We bought it because I also have long dark hair and similar features.

Fabian Perez – Perez is by far my favorite artist currently; while I do not own any of his pieces, I truly want several.  Perez often paints dark scenes in bars and brothels; he grew up the son of a prostitute in Buenos Aires.

These are just two of my favorites.

Fabian Perez - "Waiting for the Romance to Come Back II" My all time favorite painting.

Fabian Perez – “Waiting for the Romance to Come Back II” My all time favorite painting.

Fabian Perez - Untitled II - My second all-time favorite

Fabian Perez – Untitled II – My second all-time favorite

There are other artists I enjoy: Romero Britto, Peter Max, Van Gogh, Monet, oh… there are so many.  Perhaps I will have to have a second edition of the artists I enjoy.

The Dichotomy of Being Me

I have loved sad songs for as long as I can remember; I was only 7 years-old when Austin Roberts’ song Rocky came out.  The haunting lyrics reverberated through my mind for years, “Rocky, I’ve never had to die before, don’t know if I can do it”.  The song played often in 1975 as I rode the school bus back and forth from school in the cold Wyoming winter.  Certainly, I would not have sung out loud, but in my heart I was singing as loud as I could, probably wishing I was the girl dying at the end, the one Rocky was in love with.

Later, I obsessed over Bobby Goldsboro’s Honey; many times I’ve had discussion about the line, “One day while I was not at home, while she was there and all alone, the angels came.”  I have often debated the side I believe she committed suicide while the opposing side, if you can call it that, would rather not discuss it.  My point, inquiring minds want to know.  Somehow, I know it was suicide; sadly, I always wanted it to be.

My most recent obsession has been the song about Vincent Van Gogh and his painting Starry Night, well, mostly just Van Gogh and his mental illness, but it refers to Starry Night.  The poignant lyrics of Don McLean’s hit song remind me so much of my own battle against the demons in my mind, that I have obsessively played the song time and again, sometimes looking for answers that I know do not exist.

There are songs that make me sad for other reasons, because they remind me of my dad, like Seven Spanish Angels, just a “dad thing”; or a song that is reminiscent of something fun with my girls, Meatloaf’s Two out of Three Ain’t Bad, when they were little, we used to sing it into hairbrushes and fall onto the bed giggling and laughing; and a song that reminds me of my cousin that died when she was 26, Seasons in the Sun, a real tear-jerker.

Strangely enough, when I want to be sad, as sometimes happens, I play one of my favorite, suicidal thought inducing songs and wait for the sadness to set in.  It does not take long at all, one or two notes and the memories, the pain, whatever trigger I need it floods my mind and the tears flow.  Usually.  Occasionally, I sit faced with no emotion and simply listen to the notes, each staccato sound punctuating a feeling I am suppressing.  So it goes.  So it goes.

The dichotomy of this side of my personality is I abhor anything depressing in any other form of entertainment.  A few years ago I was incapacitated while having 15 surgeries over a 3 year period; as a result, I watched far too much television.  It was even challenging for me to read a book, as one of my surgeries was an incredibly painful shoulder surgery followed up by six months of intensive physical therapy.

With so few choices in television, I watched a few (read – a few too many) of the reality based, contest television shows.  However, I would watch the first 45 minutes of the show and then change the channel, and I would not watch the last episode when they determined the winner of whatever challenge they had.  I seriously did not want to watch anybody being hurt or disappointed.

Additionally, I do not watch horror films of any sort or movies where there is gratuitous violence.  Romance, comedies, documentaries, or dramas are all fine, but blood and guts, or anything where somebody is going to get hurt, and I am out.

Still, a song where somebody dies, commits suicide, or loses their loved one; I guess I’m all in.  Not in the gangster rap kind of way, as you can tell by my music choices; but in the way where you can listen to the song and still understand the words.

I wonder daily, what’s wrong with me?