---Romanticism---
Spanish Romanticism, is by far my favorite period of art we have covered in class so far. I love that color is of true importance in the work of romantic artist. In the world of spanish romanticism artist, Francisco Goya, his paintings were a reflection of reality. Critizised by his peers, Goya was told that he did not paint "Reality" He painted monsters eating their children! How could that be reality? Goya, repeatedly faught against this critizism by strongly confirming that infact even a monster eating his child could be a reality! He believed like the philosopher Vitzchenzi, that "Reality exist inside of YOU not outside."
While one can dispute over the concept of "Reality" one can not ignore that in the mind of Goya, his reality was what he painted. HIS REALITY. Who are we to dispute the validity of another's reality if we don't live it? In Goya's piece,(Below) "Saturn Devouring One of His Children" (1820)I can see his reality is as chaotic as the eyes of Saturn as he rips of the head of his child. I can only assum that Goya's vision was a translation of the issues surrounding him at a time where he saw everything changeing around him. His reality however non-realistic it seemed, was his and sadly not his alone, because even today we witness such madness.
Reality is a concept I connect between Goya, and one of my favorite artist in Mexico, Frida Kahlo. Both of them painted a reality that others saw as being fictional.
Frida,Kahlo "The Little Dear" (1946)
Shown as a deer, injured and vulnerable one can see how complex she was emotionally. Yet she displays herself as a Stag, with the male antlers which shows the masculine side of her personality she has always embraced. She is wounded by arrows, but her face is serene. Frida had an unrequited desire to be a mother which turned into an intense relationship with animals. She had several dogs, parrots, monkeys and even a little deer. The animals were her foster children, and by showing her body as an animal further connects her to this idea. The surreal difference between her head and body show that although she was a part of her animals and the the physical pain that she has endured in life, her mind and imagination were apart from these corporeal needs and grievances. I cannot look at this painting and not identify with it. We are our bodies and life is the arrows that scar us. Some wounds heal and others leave intricate memories relieved on our skins.
I leave you with a quote from Frida Kahlo. I chose this one because instead of the word "paint," anyone can insert their passion (singing, dancing, photography,). Anyone who feels creative urges flowing through their veins can identify with it:
"I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration."
Frida Kahlo
Mexican painter (1907 - 1954)
