Sunday, September 03, 2006
Man with Melon
This of course is a reproduction of Edouard Manet's early masterwork Man with Melon, which engendered great controversy in the late 19th century by mixing realism with impressionism, and introducing the "fat hanging over the sides of shorts" concept which was later rejected by the Salon des Refusés. Exhibiting a delicate blend of light and shadow, Manet's uniquely frank (and largely unpopular) depiction of a simpleton holding out a melon was immediately rejected. In stark contrast, Manet's later work, Woman with Melons, enjoyed instant critical success and appealed to a wider and much more enthusiastic audience.
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With the dark sunglasses, we can't tell who that anonymous man with melon is...
He is no doubt a humble soul who lives in his art. But I happen to know that he had his art for breakfast this morning with coffee and it was awesome.
Actually I didn't plant the seed that grew this. It "volunteered" from the hill I planted last year. I found the vine in my green beans and just let it grow. It grew through my beans... and into my corn...
I keep coming back here and toying with the idea of finishing the song you started... but I can't bring myself to do it... but I want to do it... but I can't...
Must... fight... spaghetti... Noooooo!!!!
Don't you hate it when someone you respect and admire... and who you know is smarter than you... makes an obscure statement and you can't figure out what-the-heck she is referring to and you're too intimidated, embarrassed, and proud to admit it... and you know she'll think you're a dolt for not picking up on it... Do you swallow your pride and ask... Do you play along?
I think I'll play along...
Oh yeah! Right! Yeah, go ahead and finish that song!
Ahhhh....Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Chris,
Sorry, but every time I saw your comment, this part:
It grew through my beans... and into my corn...
had the same rhythm (and started the song running through my head) as:
It rolled off the table... and onto the floor...
So, I kept thinking I should finish with, "and then my poor melon..." did something that rhymes with corn or door. But I didn't want to encourage that song, but...
Anyway, that's what I wrestled with (and confused you with) yesterday.
It grew through my beans,
And into my corn.
It grew through my spinach,
And left me forlorn.
Then Skyepuppy posted,
"Oh my, and alas,"
"I sat on your melon,"
"It's lodged..."
And then I draw a blank.
My dear (?) Chris,
I should be really upset with you for that crack!
But it's too funny...
Chris:
I now have a face to put to the name. You guys are funny!
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