Round-trip Letter to Mr. A Series XNUMX ~ About paintings ~

Mr. A.

As expected, or rather, there was no response from Mr. A.

During the exchange with Mr. Kida, Mr. A declared his voluntary withdrawal from the membership, but I think Mr. A has more expectations than we (for example, me or Mr. Mac) think.

Of course, it's a pity, but I've prepared some material, so I'll continue my monologue for a while.

Even if you say "about painting" in the dating club column? ? ? ?It's just a line of marks, but I'm sure that Mr. A, who is also a collector of paintings and has an aesthetic eye for beauty, will understand my true intentions.

Ah, do I really mean it?It's probably going to end with a lower story (bitter smile).

It's always abrupt, but I like painting.

It's a little disappointing that I'm not a painter, but I'm defiant because I can understand things because I can't draw.

I don't have confidence in my aesthetic sense, and I tend to look at paintings by the artist's name.

Still, there are some painters I like, and the popular Impressionists are the main ones, but I have a Japanese painter in my family, and the range has expanded little by little.

As I mentioned earlier, painting has been close to me since I was a child.

Although unknown, my grandmother was a professional painter (oil painting), and my grandmother's older brother also made a living as a painter (Japanese painting).

In addition, my mother and my maternal grandfather were also people with brushes.

My mother often took me to art museums since I was a kid.

It wasn't necessarily painful (because she always took me to her favorite restaurant after the museum.

That experience shaped my taste today.) It wasn't until much later that I began to visit museums on my own.

Until then, it was "museums are places you have to go."

I remember very well the reason why I first became interested in painting and started going to museums on my own will.

It is currently undergoing renovation, but when I was still an office worker, I was looking at a small piece by Cézanne at the Bridgestone Museum of Art.

A passage from Hideo Kobayashi's "My View of Life" suddenly came to mind, "Pictures do not teach you anything, and no one learns anything from pictures." On the other hand, it was a strange experience for me that I felt like I understood the charm of painting.did

And from that time on, I really liked looking at paintings and began to visit art museums myself.

However, later, I saw the same painting by Cezanne many times, but the feeling at that time did not come back, and this painting is a one-time feeling.

That said, when I look at a good picture, Kobayashi's sentence just comes to mind, and that's my standard for deciding whether or not it's a picture I like.

The introduction is longer than usual.

Finally getting to the point.

As I mentioned last time, an unexpectedly hot battle with Koumi-chan?However, during the pillow talk in bed, the topic of painting became a topic.

Koumi was in middle school, high school and the art club.

He doesn't seem to pick up a brush these days, but instead, he says he likes going to art museums.

So now Joe, I talked about the highly recommended painter Isson Tanaka.

Last year was the 110th anniversary of Tanaka Isson's birth, and there were special exhibitions at several museums.

And the finishing touch is the special exhibition at the Tanaka Isson Memorial Museum in Amami Oshima.

Closing was approaching at this point.

Koumi unexpectedly showed an interest in Isson Tanaka, so I left it to the afterglow in bed.

“Koumi, would you like to go to Amami this weekend?”

I invited him with a light feeling.

Two answers and OK.

And the two of them became people on the plane (although we met at Amami Airport, to be exact).

If you ask me, "What is the charm of painting?", I will answer "excessiveness".

For example, Monet is very popular in Japan.

When I started appreciating paintings in earnest, I thought, "No matter how much you do it, you're overdoing it."

Speaking of a series, it sounds good, but I couldn't keep up with the method of repeatedly drawing the same subject.

Especially the famous "water lily" has almost lost the shape of the water lily, probably because it was drawn while he lost his eyesight in his later years.

For a long time, I didn't really understand the appeal of Monet.

A few years ago I had the opportunity to visit Monet's Garden in Giverny.

I didn't expect it at all, but it was just wonderful.

And I immediately changed my denomination to the "Monet school" because of the frenzy.

I think that the characteristic of "Monet's Garden" lies in "excessiveness".

Since it was early summer when I visited, various plants were blooming in the garden, literally sprouting.

Monet's garden was designed by Monet himself, and naturally, it has something in common with Monet's paintings.

It made me keenly aware that Monet must have painted this garden as he saw it, and that he did not create the colors, but discovered them.

And by knowing the excessiveness of this garden, I discovered the charm of Monet and changed my mind.

I had the same experience with Van Gogh. After visiting the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, the scenery I saw from the car on the way to Germany was just like a Van Gogh painting.
Van Gogh's thick painting is probably a discovery and expression of the excess of nature in Europe.

Well, I'm Ismura Tanaka.

I rented a car at the airport and headed for the Tanaka Isson Memorial Museum.

It was a day before the end of the special exhibition, so it was quite crowded, but there were no admission restrictions, just like when you see Vermeer in Ueno, so you can appreciate it relatively slowly.

There were many things to see in the early nanga and works from the Chiba period, but above all, I was overwhelmed by the works from the Amami period.

Koumi seemed to enjoy it too, so we entered the museum as soon as it opened and spent the entire morning at the museum.

I left the museum for lunch and drove around the island looking for shops.

On the way, there is a small hill by the sea, which seems to be an observatory.

It was a small and simple observatory, but there is a beautiful view of Amami.

It was late winter, so the colors weren't as vivid as in Ismura's painting, but I was able to understand that the charm of Amami's nature lies in its excesses.

And Ichimura must have discovered the excess of Amami's nature and painted it single-mindedly, as if possessed.

Finishing is in bed.

During the day, I was fascinated by Ismura's excessiveness, but at night, I was entrusted to Koumi's excessive charm.

Koumi's voice echoes in the hotel room where the walls are not thick enough.

And a sudden barrage.

I thought that the last consecutive shot in my life would be a night in Barcelona with Princess Nana, but I don't know what will happen in life.