Haymaker and the Sleeping Girl, Thomas Gainsborrow, late 1780s

Oil on canvas

A pastoral film blankets the scene in the warmth of a summer day on a simple hillside. The girl relaxes, guarded by her dog and watched over by a farmer who leans against the fence that divides them. The warm-toned, tender brush strokes give only faint outlines in some areas and great detail in others, making the whole scene seem like the dream of the sleeping girl– too beautiful to really exist anywhere besides a painting.

Struggles: June 13

Sometimes it feels like life is just one big struggle.

I like how Heather Horton’s “Heavy” plays with scale– she makes herself oversized so she’s strong enough to hold up her household. But she isn’t big enough to hold it up effortlessly, and yet instead of the intense pain that sears through us when we pick up furniture that’s too heavy for us to hold, the look on her face is more worn, as if she’s been carrying her house along for a while, and she’s only just given up on the dream that it’ll ever become any lighter.

Self portrait, “Heavy.” Oil on canvas by Heather Horton.

Simon Birch –Everything we’ve done is Forgive, Everything. 2006. Oil on canvas
Found here.

Found here.
Jennifer Mazza

Inspirations, Flow: June 12

As much as I might wish I could, unfortunately I can’t spend all day every day inside galleries and museums. But since my laptop sits nearby all day long, I can blog whenever I want. So in honor of my redesign, there’s going to be more art news and reblogging of beautiful things. Sometimes I’ll describe, sometimes just post. But if you see anything YOU think is worth describing, email me and I’ll add whatever you might have to say:) I’ll try to have a theme each day too to give me some direction, and today it’s flow…

Enjoy!

Breath of Breeze by Elena Kotliarker 
Painting by Dmitri Kochanovich
See more of these here

“Buste De Femme De Profil” by Georges Clairin (1843–1919), 1899
Found here
Found here

St. Francis supported by an angel, Orazio Gentileschi, c. 1600

Oil on canvas

The saint’s body swoons, as if he’s just kelt over from the intensity of all of it. A small angel, with the face of a boy but a strength that must be many times what’s expected, holds all of the falling saints weight, his wings touched with red and his young cheeks flushed. In comparison, the saint looks nearly dead, his face the same gray color as his robe; his three-dimensional halo floating softly above his tilted head.