Max Ernst

20 07 2012

As my art teacher used to say, Max you’re too earnest. Or was it serious. Ernst was a serious artist. He left his wife and son and moved to Paris where he settled into  ménage à trois with the Éluards. I don’t know who the Eluards were but I’m sure they were wonderful people. The war started. When Ernst  wasn’t being chased around by the gestapo he did a lot of work. They chased him to America. The woman he left behind, Leonara Carrington, had a nervous break down. The woman who took him to America, Peggy Guggenheim, married him. But the marriage didn’t last long. He divorced Peggy and married Dorothea Tanning. He started to have success as an artist and stopped getting married.

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Alexey Kurbatov

20 07 2012

Alexey Kurbatov. He has wonderful drafting skills. The portraits of famous people have a similarity about them. Like they were shots from a studio release. But his illustrations are much more impressive. A lot of pieces seem to tell a story. Almost novel length.

His work is very polished. And this shouldn’t be a negative. But I have to admit that it doesn’t excite me the way I had hoped. Still, why am I complaining.

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I can’t believe that I blogged about this same artist a couple of weeks ago. Or maybe earlier. I’m losing it.