No deti, chceli ste, aby som tu nieco vycapila, tak sem vycapim aspon esej na communication studies. Mali sme pisat o umelcovi a pak rozobrat jedno dielo....tak tu je moj Edgar Degas a L'Absinthe:
Imagine Paris in the 19th Century. The European centre of art, entertainment, opulence and poverty…a fascinating metropolis full of contrasts, lights and the most importantly, art…
Freedom and rules, money and love, alcohol and sex…it was all mixed up together in one amazing melting pot and it was in this very city where Hilaire-Germaine-Edgar Degas was born on July 19th, 1834.
Edgar, an artist by his soul has started to paint seriously early in his life; when he was eighteen he had rearranged his room into an artist’s studio and he began making copies in Louvre.
However, being an obedient son, in November 1853 he registered into a Faculty of Law at the University of Paris as his father wanted him to be a lawyer.
In April, two years later, he received admission to the École des Beaux Arts (School of Fine Arts) where he studied drawing under the supervision of Louis Lamothe and that was when his serious artist’s career started.
In the following year he traveled to Italy where he remained for three years and the time spent in this cradle of Renaissance gave him a deeper understanding of art; during this period he actually accomplished the techniques of the so-called ‘high’, e. g. academic art that all the artists should master.
In the last years of Degas’ life he was a miserable being; almost losing his eyesight made him lose the ability to see the world through colors and the brush strokes…never marrying and outliving lots of his friends made him sad and alone. He died in Paris on the 27th September, 1917, after a life full of art and with little love.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Degas, accessed on October 22nd, 2007)
One of his later paintings is the one that I chose for this essay – very well-known oil on canvas titled L’Absinthe, or The Absinth.
Edgar Degas, an Impressionist by heart that often slips into Realism is portraying a scene from the Parisian café life.
The composition of the painting is unusual – it is in Degas’ nature to choose amazing angles; in this case we’re voyeuring the nearest table where a couple is sitting.
The lady and the man sitting by the table look very distant; we might assume they are married for a long time and perhaps the love they felt in the past is no longer present...or perhaps they just had a very bad argument.
In any case, they’re not looking at each other; they’re not touching each other; in fact, they’re not even sitting behind one table! The lady is sitting between two tables – there’s an empty bottle on the table on her right and two glasses on her left.
Edgar Degas’ choice of colors for this artwork is relatively limited; he uses decent colors with a grayish hue; as if to portray the misery that’s visible in the lady’s eyes. He might be painting a scene from early winter morning – the light is very white, sharp and not caressing at all – in fact, it’s shining relentlessly, baring the cold silence and misery between the pair.
The only brighter colors we may find in the painting are the golden hues on the lady’s ornate jacket and on the wall behind her; the rest stays very grayish.
Her husband is wearing a deep black jacket and a hat; even his beard and moustache is black; and he looks aggravated. It’s up to our guessing whether Edgar Degas chose black in order to imply that this man is not a good one or whether it is to balance the colors…
L’Absinthe…the strongest alcohol, the “green devil” meant for the strongest drinkers…and we can see it in the smaller glass on the lady’s left. She’s the one drinking it; we do not know the reason though; we might just assume that she’s very depressed; just look into her empty, dark eyes!
Impressionism is about capturing the fleeting moments; the ever-changing moods; the lights & shadows of the particular moment.
L’Absinthe is an impressionist painting with a hint of realism – it captures the moods, the moment, the light – on the other hand, it uses black and that’s what you can never find at true impressionist paintings, such as Claude Monet’s “Water Lilies”.
In my opinion the painting is a very strong one and Edgar Degas recorded the misery perfectly…I feel depressed just looking at the unhappy lady!
Being an aspiring painter myself, I know how difficult it is to pin down the light and the emotions; therefore I can only stand in awe in front of this café life artwork that has got it all – it’s not a masterpiece just technically…it has a soul as well, albeit a depressing one.
Imagine Paris in the 19th Century. The European centre of art, entertainment, opulence and poverty…a fascinating metropolis full of contrasts, lights and the most importantly, art…Freedom and rules, money and love, alcohol and sex…it was all mixed up together in one amazing melting pot and it was in this very city where Hilaire-Germaine-Edgar Degas was born on July 19th, 1834.
Edgar, an artist by his soul has started to paint seriously early in his life; when he was eighteen he had rearranged his room into an artist’s studio and he began making copies in Louvre.
However, being an obedient son, in November 1853 he registered into a Faculty of Law at the University of Paris as his father wanted him to be a lawyer.
In April, two years later, he received admission to the École des Beaux Arts (School of Fine Arts) where he studied drawing under the supervision of Louis Lamothe and that was when his serious artist’s career started.
In the following year he traveled to Italy where he remained for three years and the time spent in this cradle of Renaissance gave him a deeper understanding of art; during this period he actually accomplished the techniques of the so-called ‘high’, e. g. academic art that all the artists should master.
In the last years of Degas’ life he was a miserable being; almost losing his eyesight made him lose the ability to see the world through colors and the brush strokes…never marrying and outliving lots of his friends made him sad and alone. He died in Paris on the 27th September, 1917, after a life full of art and with little love.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Degas, accessed on October 22nd, 2007)
One of his later paintings is the one that I chose for this essay – very well-known oil on canvas titled L’Absinthe, or The Absinth.
Edgar Degas, an Impressionist by heart that often slips into Realism is portraying a scene from the Parisian café life.
The composition of the painting is unusual – it is in Degas’ nature to choose amazing angles; in this case we’re voyeuring the nearest table where a couple is sitting.
The lady and the man sitting by the table look very distant; we might assume they are married for a long time and perhaps the love they felt in the past is no longer present...or perhaps they just had a very bad argument.
In any case, they’re not looking at each other; they’re not touching each other; in fact, they’re not even sitting behind one table! The lady is sitting between two tables – there’s an empty bottle on the table on her right and two glasses on her left.
Edgar Degas’ choice of colors for this artwork is relatively limited; he uses decent colors with a grayish hue; as if to portray the misery that’s visible in the lady’s eyes. He might be painting a scene from early winter morning – the light is very white, sharp and not caressing at all – in fact, it’s shining relentlessly, baring the cold silence and misery between the pair.
The only brighter colors we may find in the painting are the golden hues on the lady’s ornate jacket and on the wall behind her; the rest stays very grayish.
Her husband is wearing a deep black jacket and a hat; even his beard and moustache is black; and he looks aggravated. It’s up to our guessing whether Edgar Degas chose black in order to imply that this man is not a good one or whether it is to balance the colors…
L’Absinthe…the strongest alcohol, the “green devil” meant for the strongest drinkers…and we can see it in the smaller glass on the lady’s left. She’s the one drinking it; we do not know the reason though; we might just assume that she’s very depressed; just look into her empty, dark eyes!
Impressionism is about capturing the fleeting moments; the ever-changing moods; the lights & shadows of the particular moment.
L’Absinthe is an impressionist painting with a hint of realism – it captures the moods, the moment, the light – on the other hand, it uses black and that’s what you can never find at true impressionist paintings, such as Claude Monet’s “Water Lilies”.
In my opinion the painting is a very strong one and Edgar Degas recorded the misery perfectly…I feel depressed just looking at the unhappy lady!
Being an aspiring painter myself, I know how difficult it is to pin down the light and the emotions; therefore I can only stand in awe in front of this café life artwork that has got it all – it’s not a masterpiece just technically…it has a soul as well, albeit a depressing one.
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