Favorite painting, Favorite child.

     

Having a favourite painting is like having a favourite child.
It’s a No No! 

I was interested in this article:
The 15 Most Expensive Paintings Ever Sold

Via Work + Money 

ttps://www.workandmoney.com/s/most-expensive-paintings-a7c5a09c57764f13

The headline of the article is all about the money, but I would encourage you to look beyond the money and the headlines to see what the artist is doing. I am now beginning to sound like someone who knows what he is talking about! Over the years, art has become important to me, and believe me that was a surprise.

I think my love of painting sprouted out of my passion for music. As some of you know my relationship to the painted canvas began with my encounter with Rothko’s work in the Tate Modern, a spiritual charismatic (moment.https://www.tate.org.uk/visit/tate-modern/display/in-the-studio/mark-rothko)

So, back to: ‘favourite child, favourite painting’. Over the years Erin and I gathered a number of original canvases and prints, with all sorts of stuff on them, and they created many interesting conversations. Our canvases slowly filled the walls of our house, like children we passed them daily, we took them for granted, we spent quality time with them. But then came the day when they had to leave home. Our move to South Africa meant we could no longer have them close to us, the paintings that is. So we drew up a list and gave them away. No! We loaned them to people. Loaned. Friends and family took our favourite paintings and prints to hang on their walls at home and at work (and we are deeply grateful).

I was surprised that I had a favourite painting, and that one of them was the chosen child! It would be unfair on the other paintings and prints to say which one I would take to my Desert Island.

So ignore the Dollar signs that are attached to these paintings. Which painting would have on your wall? One I said - ONE!