One thing that struck me was how you get to the twentieth century and the dehumanizing begins. It was strange to feel so repelled by that, because I have always found cubism and abstract art to be interesting and often quite beautiful or striking. Something about seeing the fracturing happen in this progression, after so many lovely images celebrating the female face and form, is a shock to the sensibilities—perhaps a taste of what a shock those styles of painting were to the audiences who first viewed them.
How to Draw Practically Anything (As Long as It Barks, Quacks, or Roars)
Project Runway, Sculpey Edition
Barcelona Day Five: The Gothic Quarter
Monday in the Park with George