Today we had a visit to the museum of Joan Miró who was a famous Mallorcan artist. In the beginning his paintings started off very complicated with a ton of detail, but by the time of his death they were... different. He claims he spent years trying to simplify his work, but personally I liked his older work better. There was a case full of his drawings and they literally look like something my 4 year old nephew drew that I would post on my refrigerator. I really think he just said "F it, I'm already famous" and he just started scribbling randomness and called it art. Maybe I just don't get it, but I don't think anybody I was with got it either. One of his displayed "masterpieces" is literally a piece of poster board with a smear of red paint on it. What? If that's all you need to do, why am I not an artist? This guy really lived the life too. Check out the amazing view from in workspace.
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| View from walkway to Miró's studio |
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| View from walkway to Miró's studio |
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This is supposed to be his representation of a woman. ???
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