When I was in the fifth grade, my art teacher was this
really cool, young, eccentric guy who also worked at the Warhol Museum. That being said, my first memory of art was mainly
Pop Art. Our art projects often included screening, printmaking, and painting. I
remember having a ton of fun in that class and it was then when my love of the
color orange was defined. (There were 2 Julies in the class and to distinguish
us from one another, I was called Julie Orange on all of my assignments). But it wasn't until I took a modern art class
in college that I could appreciate how cool it was to be constructing that sort
of art so young. It was during that
Modern Art class, while walking through the hall of the art museums that I really
started obsessing about appreciation of art.
Like most people, I was drawn to Impressionism and to the
likes of Monet’s Water Lily’s, Degas’s Dancers, and Renoir’s vibrant red color.
They were the rebels of the painting world at the time, which is pretty bad ass if you ask me.
On a recent trip to MoMA in New York City, I wandered around
snapping pics on my phone. The camera doesn't do Monet justice. The Carnegie Art
Museum in Pittsburgh has a pretty impressive wall of Water Lilies but I am
dying to go to Giverny in northern France to see Monet’s garden and house,
where his most famous paintings were painted.
Cant wait to share more of my art obsessions with you, there are def a lot of them.
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