8 x 10
acrylic on hardboard
I haven't painted a museum scene in awhile. These two ladies seem to be more interested in their conversation than the figure in the painting. It reminds me of all of the time I spent at the Metropolitan Museum of Art as a college student. It was a common place to have an Art History class meet. After three and a half years, the grandness of the architecture and the experience had worn off. I had became more interested in finding the paintings the professor wanted me to compare and write about, so I could get out of there before the kids let out of school. They had a way of swamping the subway with their outrageous behavior. I love art. I love history, but I hated art history. I was too immature and I'm probably dyslexic. I found the book which weighed about five lbs. completely intimidating. I know, I'm really bad, but honestly I just wanted to paint and look at paintings without all of the pressure. I had a friend with similar" interests". We would sometimes stand in front of artwork and make up our own ridiculous and outrageous stories about the painting. The man in this painting would have definitely gotten his own story.