During my 6 week journaling class, I noticed some images recurring in my sketchbook. When I look back, I see a lot of doors, but that makes sense: the book we were reading used the door as a metaphor.
I see flames and hearts. I see eyes. I also see wings: butterfly wings, wings that aren't attached to anything, wings on regular humans, and angel wings. When we were at the Ringling Museum on Monday, I was intrigued by the variety of angel wings.
My friend and I talked about how the angel wings that surrounded us are different from what we think of as angel wings. The wings in the art museum were not light and fluffy. Some of them had intricate feathers. One seemed constructed of peacock plumes.
I was surprised by the variety of colors, especially the rust colors and the blues. I wondered if the colors were chosen for their symbolic value or were modeled after actual wings that the artist saw in the natural world. I tried to research this question, but once I typed colors of angel wings into the search engine, I came away with all sorts of new age resources--think angel wings and chakras and channeling--but nothing from the world of art history.
As I walked through the museum that was so full of art from time periods that I rarely studied while in school, I reflected on how I would have responded to the art when I was younger. I'd have been frustrated by how few of the artists I'd ever heard of. I'd be annoyed by all the religious imagery, while also hating the portraits. My younger self would have scoffed at all the angels.
I am glad to have evolved into my older self, the one who is intrigued by the diversity of angel wings. Now, to remedy my lack of knowledge about art that happened before the 19th century!
thinking too hard
4 years ago
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