I am a failure.

In more ways than one, but today I am thinking of my ignorance about modern abstractionism.

Yup, literally ignorant.

Give me some Greek and Romans, I can wing it.

Give me some 16th century angels, I can sermonize.

Gerard David, Virgin and Child with Four Angels ca 1510-1515 (Netherlandish)

18th century Blue Boy? I’ll wax poetically

Give me Victorian fairies and lions, and I’ll start telling tales.

Give me a modernist nude, and I’ll launch into elongated discourse.

Give me Paul Klee, and I’ll become expressive to the point of sounding surreal.

Paul Klee, Landschaft mit blauen und roten Bäumen, 1920

Show me photographic portraits of the 1930s and I might just click.

 

Manga Lady Bat? I’ll hum you a Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch Pure.

Modern abstractionism? You’ll have to wait until your’re blue in the face. Or, alternatively, you and I can watch and learn from this marvelous gem about Jackson Pollock and his painting Blue Poles.

Photographs today are street art from Seattle, WA in which I only kept the blues.

Music is a warhorse. So what. The title did it.