Art is in the eye of the beholder
Sitting in my recliner looking up at my pastel sketch of a friend’s daughter on the weekend of the Dobell festival, and seeing a hint of that elongated style of his that, to me, is what makes William Dobell’s work memorable.
In truth this was done from a photo that my friend said was not really like his beloved child, who I have actually never met, and at the time macular degeneration was already distorting my vision,so this was what I saw.
There was a vulnerability in the eyes of the sitter I could not escape; a wistfulness of soul that still catches me every time I view it.
This morning I am viewing the bigger picture: the pleasant cimposition of colours between the framed picture and the floating acrylic birds on my light fitting.
It has a Japanese art feel to me, (we will ask poet and Japanese- influenced trust, Jan Dean, her opinion).
But every person views one picture differently.
And that is what art is all about, is it not?