"Luncheon of the Boating Party"
acrylic suspension renoir/marilyn sands®
When I love something (like this Renoir Painting) I can't resist to turn it on its head & tweak it a little. You should've seen what I did with Michelangelo's David! ha ha
Not ever being an Arts Major or any other kind of Major - it was love at first sight for me. I'm not saying this is my all time favorite work of art; but it makes me happy.
Renoir's, that is!
To put it in layman's terms; the colors are brilliant, the scene is tranquil & everyone's having a good time. As we all know; "Art" is subjective & we're allowed to like or love something - even if it's just the Frame! ha ha
The Original, painted in 1881 - a 51 x 68 Oil on Canvas, first sold for an Impressionist Exhibition despite Renoir's wishes & then purchased in 1923 for $125,000; frame or no frame - by Duncan Phillips & since been a magnet attraction in The Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C.
While mine has a little Pizza Oil on Poster Board & has graced my humble home since the 90's near the Pull-out Sofa!
Until this week, I didn't know the Who, What or Where of this particular masterpiece - nor do I have enough money to buy an Original - or say what Shirley MacLaine said to Jack Nicholson in "Terms of Endearment"...
"Come see my Renoir - it's in my Bedroom"!
Well, Jack wouldn't like mine; all I've got is "Dogs Playing Poker" on Black Velvet!
Little did I know that the woman with the dog in this painting is seamstress Aline Charigot who was to be Renoir's future wife & all the others are his artistic friends who also have been identified; whether they like it or not!
They are relaxing on a balcony at the Maison Fournaise along the Seine River in Chatou, France. Parisians flocked there to rent rowing skiffs, eat a good meal or stay the night. Renoir painted no less than 30 canvasses there.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir was born in 1841 & died in 1919 at 79 years old.
No, he didn't cut off his Ear, play Footsie with Toulouse-Lautrec or go raving mad because he ran out of "Magenta Red"!
He painted till the end of his life; where his favorite subjects were young, buxom, nude girls & I don't blame him.
He was so tortured with arthritis; he had a Paint Brush strapped to his hand which may or may not be a metaphor for his aging libido & a continuum for his lust for life.
Personally, I look better with clothes on; the more the better! Picasso would've captured me perfectly.
Actually, seeing those Renoir Nudes has given me a new lease on life & now don't have a bit of angst over eating the New 4 Pack of Twinkies!
They don't have one? Well, who's counting!