Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A Sentence

J.M.W. Turner, well-known to all his contemporaries, the ring master of magic, sensual, grumpy and human, who rode his imagination through the deserts and forests of early nineteenth-century understanding, and left it drenched in color, sparkling with unexplained consequences.

–James Hamilton, A Strange Business (2015)
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G. Verloren said...

That's some rather purple prose to describe the artist of a painting that is somewhat difficult to distinguish from an unevenly rusted sheet of metal.

July 12, 2017 at 7:23 PM
Unknown said...

I never think of him as drenched in color, but this is a vibrant piece in comparison to his foggy, misty, smokey images.This is so gorgeous, burnt tones with the dappled clouds balancibg it, reflective and rich.

July 12, 2017 at 7:55 PM

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