[New post] Floating in the Blue of Love: Marc Chagall’s Lithographs
peterhaleas posted: " Carnaval of Flowers, Chagall "When Matisse dies, Chagall will be the only painter left who knows what color is," Picasso famously said. Floating our eyes over blue and rose visions of fiddlers, lovers, goats, trumpets, and angels, there is a sombe"
"When Matisse dies, Chagall will be the only painter left who knows what color is," Picasso famously said.
Floating our eyes over blue and rose visions of fiddlers, lovers, goats, trumpets, and angels, there is a somber, silent dream of love in Chagall. It'a a belief in the best of humanity. Together, let's all stare at a Chagall painting. Go ahead, pick one.
"My painting represents not the dream of one people, but of all humanity,"
However, as we stare into Chagall (though not Carnaval of Flowers), we sometimes see Chagall's alchemy isn't roses — smoke lifts from the canvases, emotional shrapnel from experiencing the bloodiest period of human history. Processing these terrors, we see the underlying solemnity and horror of living, of war and differences.
Keep staring.
And as you keep staring, the fear and war at the edges relaxes, as lovers soar locked in each others arms to infinity. Love in moments can be simple. It can be love.
And as you stare at a Chagall painting, like the ones in the Lithographs book in Special Collections and University Archives, the complex doubt of living exhales into love's pure moment.
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