Agreed. Which to me says there is no 'improvement' on a previous artists contributions. No more than it is fair to say Pho, or Banh Mi, is better in Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh City. Both are different regions, and tastes vary with the region.
Or your tastes.
I've observed a few painters improve over the years. Honing, practicing...attending classes and workshops with other painters...just to better understand and portray a splash of light. I am not a fan of the "still life", yet I can appreciate one that really captures the scene, which includes light, dark, shadows and nuances of color. Seeing the color is the true mystery and magic. We say..."the sky is blue"...they say...it's white, gray, purple, red...and oh yeah...maybe some blue too.
I can't argue with the fact that an artist can improve on his own technique, because he can with guidance and practice. But to say another artist comes along and improves upon one of the masters techniques is to me a bit far reaching. Even within the impressionist movement there were artists whose vision different from others, and this is due in a large part to the artists interpretation of what he/she sees in a subject. Tow people can see the same vista and come away with a different impression.I've observed a few painters improve over the years. Honing, practicing...attending classes and workshops with other painters...just to better understand and portray a splash of light. I am not a fan of the "still life", yet I can appreciate one that really captures the scene, which includes light, dark, shadows and nuances of color. Seeing the color is the true mystery and magic. We say..."the sky is blue"...they say...it's white, gray, purple, red...and oh yeah...maybe some blue too.
I painted an orange sky once, in 3rd grade...and the art teacher told me skies are not orange...they are blue. I knew damn well they were orange, as I had seen one just the night before. I know I said something as I have a slight recall of the negative aftermath. I never did embrace art as a creative force, my figures never advanced. I am an "appreciative" artist. I love the arts...painting, music, sculpture...and have been fortunate enough to wander through a number of the world's great museums to further appreciate the talents of the creative sort.
I love the impressionists and the post impressionists. Their sense of color and movement is simply spectacular. Caillebotte's Les Raboteurs de Parquet shines...
How does he get the floors to shine so?
Still...there is one painting, much later than the impressionists and posts... that speaks to me more than any other. Hopper's Nighthawks, a tale of solitude in the middle of a city.
You're only bright if you hold a candle in front of a mirror. Don't you wish you could actually contribute something sometime?Mr. Wahbooz,
That's because you're not that bright.
I still love ya, even though...
Mr. Wahbooz,
Hahaha, you really are desperate for attention aren't you? I may see you as so much more than me? You really do have to be joking. By the way, esteme is actually spelled esteem, if you're so desperate in your attempt to belittle others and build your own 'esteme'.
Mr.Wahbooz,
Mr. Wahbooz,
Why do you continue to protest, 'lady'?
Mr. Wahbooz,
