#artmemory

There is much discussion pertaining to what extent Picasso was indeed ‘inspired’ by the young Baya, or perhaps inspired might translate to ‘borrowed’ and then perhaps into ‘stole’ and then perhaps into ‘erased’. Let us not agree that he, himself, erased her from our memory, but rather that her sex, her age and homeland bound her to the collective imagination of those white western art collectors and teachers- to exist only as an ethereal echo of the brush strokes and tales evoked in the likes of Picasso & Matisse’s own work and not ever as a true and real artist in her own right. 

*This post was translated from Japanese with the help of Chappy (ChatGPT, in Japan).*

I hold Art in high regard. That is an understatement. I feel utterly unworthy of Art. I was 7 or 8 when I first witnessed Art. Or, it is my earliest memory of witnessing something transcendental, that I later would identify as Art. It was a photograph, taken by my father, of his mother’s hands pushing fabric through an old sewing machine. It was black and white, and highlighted her weathered hands. I remember loving this photograph, as it allowed me to learn about my grandmother, even though she had already passed away. It also showed me a part of my father I had never known - the tender love he had for his mother poured off the edges of the 5x7 piece of photo paper. That is the power of Art. What is the earliest memory you have of witnessing something inspiring, breath-catching, that you would later identify as Art? Was it a photographor a painting, music, dance, poetry, or something else?

I know a many friends prefer to see MSB chibis than my oen OC xD. Well, I miss them too. I guess my most happy times is the time when I still drawing them. #artmemory #art #chibi #yuuki_ichigo