Tuesday, February 1, 2011

"dreams are the seedlings of reality"

I think all of the reading for school is affecting my brain too much. Last night, I had the most wonderful dream. When I woke up and thought about it, the entire thing was an allegory for what we've been learning in class.

I remember being in a group of some sort and we were in this large, empty, rectangular room that I perceived to be in the Hunter Museum (though no such room exists)

There was a huge canvas on the wall in front of me (I stood alone in the middle of the room), I was aware of a small canvas on the wall to my left, there was a large window on the wall to my right, and there was a fold-out table with pamphlets on it in the corner of the window and the large canvas.

The huge painting (I was told) was a Rauschenberg. Now, Robert Rauschenberg's style is a classy found object mixed media frenzy. This painting was definitely not a Rauschenberg.

The painting was a triptych (there were three equal sections on the one, large canvas). The rectangle on the far right had a painting of a bust of Julius Caesar on it. The panel in the middle had something red on it, but I don't recall exactly. And the panel on the far left I don't recall at all, though there was something there.

This is the cool part:

When you look at the painting from the middle of the room, you don't see it. Instead, you see (literally) other paintings from your memory flashing in front of you. What the curator (who was at the fold out table) told us was that the more art history you knew, the more paintings you'd see.

I recall seeing this one series of paintings that was kind of like a twisted version of Rothko and Frankenthaler. It was some kind of color field painting, but one that I'd never seen before in real life. (As a side note, I plan on making this series in the very, very near future)

the work of Helen Frankenthaler:

the work of Mark Rothko:

There was a painting that I recall seeing in an art history book that was a dark blue, in squares that almost mimicked a city, but distorted. In the middle was a beautiful rainbow that took your breath away (it, too, was one of these distorted buildings). No such painting exists.

I realized that the canvas on the left wall (the small one, remember?) had a small list (with images) of each artwork that you could potentially see in the larger one. The more knowledge/exposure that you had to art history/these works, the more you could see in the larger painting.

I remember seeing one or two paintings on the small canvas chart that I was disappointed that I could not see in the larger painting.

The allegory is this: Everything we've read by art educators has one unifying theme: In order to create understanding for students, we need to have them build upon experiences. They need to be exposed to all kinds of artwork to build a data bank to relate to the world.

I seem to dream a lot about the Hunter Museum. One day during the summer, I dreamt that AM (who was one of my camp counselors at the time) and I had a treehouse in one of the galleries and after summer camp, we would hang out in the treehouse and that's where we lived.

I hope I have another pretty dream tonight. I love art dreams!
Sleep tight,

"Dreams are the seedlings of reality" -James Allen

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