The Race Track (or Death on a Pale Horse), circa 1896-1908. Albert Pinkham Ryder, American artist 1847-1917
Fernande with a Black Mantilla. Pablo Picasso, 1905
I saw this painting in the now defunct Guggenheim-Hermitage Museum inside The Venetian resort, Las Vegas, in 2002. It is the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen…tiny rivulets drip down the painting, giving the impression of lace, or tears. It’s a shame that photos of paintings muddy color and obscure detail to near invisibility, suffocating the emotion the paintings evoke when viewed in person. This painting made me weep.
The Stroll. Gertrude Abercrombie, American artist 1909-1977
I’ve not had much luck in finding many works by Ms. Abercrombie, unfortunately. She’s considered a Surrealist, but I don’t know anything about art other than I know what I like. I love the minimalism which nevertheless speaks volumes in the few things I’ve seen. I came across The Stroll on a postcard in a Portland book shop. I love it, and now have it framed in my living room. It intrigues me and makes me laugh (drama and comedy in one little postcard)…and I sometimes secretly wonder if the artist met me at some point. I see the tall, solitary woman, clad all in black with her black cat familiar, enjoying a stroll in the dimness, and all that would be missing is a dark cloud following her…oh wait, there it is….
White Cat, circa 1935-1938. Gertrude Abercrombie, American artist 1909-1977
I love Gertrude Abercrombie’s The Stroll, and when I adopted a white cat I was happy to find this work of hers with a white cat. As with The Stroll, I enjoy the minimalism of the piece, and yet I find that it conveys much. The cat’s expression & demeanor intrigue me, and I could ponder it endlessly. The starkness of the picture hanging on the wall is too perfect.