I’ve come to appreciate art in a different way since being introduced properly the incredibly rich genre of Western art. Goodness gracious, do these people tell a story in the most lovely, simple way. The best part about Western artists is that they’re everywhere – galleries line the streets of the well-to-do towns and nearly everyone knows someone who paints, sketches, etc. Heck, my good friend/coworker/neighbor to the left went to college to specialize in painting and my neighbor to the right is Ann Hanson.
What positively sweeps me away about Western art, I think, is the fact that most artists are depicting their friends, neighbors and family doing what they do every day. There are no paid models, just real people. I’ve looked at art before and felt nothing, but there is something about looking at these scenes that completely sucks me in. It’s beautiful and real in the best way.
The sad aspect of my recent fascination with art – I haven’t exactly budgeted for expensive eye candy and will have to settle for browsing galleries and saving pennies for a giclee or two.
One artist whose work I cannot stop looking at is from the other side of the Big Horns – Carrie Ballantyne. This lady positively incredible and I’ve never seen anything like the detail in her work. I suggest doing your eyes and soul a favor and looking up some of her pieces. Enjoy!
“Sisters” by Carrie Ballantyne