I don't know much about styles of art, but I have a thing about rainy city street scenes, like this one. Don't think I've ever seen one I didn't like. Maybe it's the reflections and highlights.
I don't know much about styles of art, but I have a thing about rainy city street scenes, like this one. Don't think I've ever seen one I didn't like. Maybe it's the reflections and highlights.
That's a great painting Nancy! You can feel the cool dampness and imagine the sound of tires on the wet pavement! Very good.
I like the rest of the paintings shown too and especially the little ballerina. I can imagine reaching out and touching the stiffness of her sleeves on her dress and almost hear the rustling fabric as she moves. Nice work.
We don't have his paintings, but we have a calendar with the surreal art of Jacek Yerka. My husband thought it would be a nice change from our usual landscape or wildlife calendars, have another similar one from another artist in the den.
Here's the page with more art from that artist, click on the picture to enlarge and click to go to the next page of pictures. http://www.yerkaland.com/?page_id=947
I love Charlie Russel's paintings of the old west as it really was. Also really like Norman Rockwell's art but I can't afford the art of either artist. I also like a lot of modern Navajo and Pueblo art such as these:
The tile on the right is actually Northwest coastal art (Haida) while the Kachina on the right is Navajo.
"In his Self-Portrait, painted in 1900, Russell stands with his feet planted solidly and his hat tipped back; he portrays himself as a stalwart yet open person. He wears the red Metis sash and custom made high-heeled riding boots that were a mark of his individuality, just as much as his quick wit, laconic speech, and gift as a raconteur—exhibited in his humorous short stories and illustrated letters. Russell wrote, “I am old-fashioned and peculiar in my dress. I am eccentric (that is a polite way of saying you’re crazy). I believe in luck and have lots of it…Any man that can make a living doing what he likes is lucky, and I’m that.” Considered a sensitive, modest, and unassuming man, Russell simply saw his great talent as merely “luck.”