Hand: Delving into the colorful world of art
What would we do without art and artists? How drab and colorless our world would be.
One of the most colorful artists is Henri Matisse. In “Colorful Dreamer” by Marjorie Blain Parker, we learn that Henri was born in a drab and dreary industrial town in France.
His family had a store and he was expected to take it over. He longed for color and excitement and he convinced his family that his brother should have the store.
He set off for Paris and law school. He was so unhappy there that he ended up in the hospital and was intrigued by a patient who was painting.
He asked for his own and the rest is history. He painted until he could not see anymore and then he made paper cut-outs and used them in delightful collages.
We enjoy his paintings and collages today.
Walter Anderson is another prolific painter, but not as well known as Matisse. Hester Bass brings us a wonderful look at this very talented but eccentric artist in “The Secret World of Walter Anderson.”
Walter lived on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. His family was artistic and his brother founded the famous Shearwater Pottery.
Walter worked there and also painted and did murals. He climbed trees to observe birds and waded in the gulf to see sea life to add to his work.
He spent many hours on a small island, Horn Island, where he used his boat for shelter and painted.
He had locked a room up in his cottage and not even his wife had a key. When he died, she unlocked it and found it full, walls, ceiling, and everywhere. He had made his pottery and paintings for the public but kept this room for himself.
Unfortunately, Hurricane Katrina destroyed most of the work as well as the pottery. Work continues to save what is left.
In “The Painter” by Peter Catalanotto, we meet a little girl whose father is a painter.
After we watch them have breakfast and read the funnies together, Daddy has to go to work in his studio. No one is allowed in there.
Our little friend tries all kinds of things to get him to come out and play with her. He is not willing to come except at lunch when they dance and have a great time.
She continues to try as the afternoon wears on and after dinner they again have a grand time together. Then, she asks if they could paint a picture.
Those are the magic words. She is allowed to paint on her own easel and we love her pictures as must as she does.
Where would we be without color?
In “My Blue is Happy,” Jessica Young introduces a young lady who loves blue because it is happy. Her sister thinks it is sad.
We watch as she and others compare colors, each one showing both happiness and sadness, good and bad, depending on how you look at it.
I love the “pink” — ballet tutus and gum stuck on a shoe. Black can be scary or it can be peaceful, all depending on how you see it.
What do colors tell you?