Saturday, September 13, 2008

Art imitates life. Or is it the other way around?

If you ever find yourself in Washington, DC, in the neighborhood of 4th and Constitution Avenue NW, drop by The National Gallery of Art and show some love to one of my favorite paintings.  The Letter by Pierre Bonnard (circa 1906) is a somewhat small oil on canvas (approximately 31 x 28 inches, framed) hanging in the museum's East Gallery.  I know nothing of the back story of this particularly beautiful work, and very little about Bonnard himself, except that he lived from 1867 - 1947 and much of that time was spent in the sunny south of France with his wife and most frequently painted subject, Marthe.  Amazing to me is that it costs nothing to stand admiringly in front of The Letter, or any other work of art at The National Gallery, because there is no admission fee.  Ditto most every museum and monument in our nation's capitol.   A reminder that some of the best things in life really are free.  Even when they're priceless.  


Anonymous said...

I LOVE the National Gallery...everything about it. The cool limestone exterior and marble galleries, the cafe with the gourmet buffet, and the neat gift shop. It's all very "Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler!"

Anonymous said...

Saw the Bonnard show over a decade ago in New York. The paintings shimmered. Redefined color for me. Museums=great place to replenish heart, mind, soul.