Personal Goal: See all my favorite famous works of art by 30.


The Starry Night (Post-Impressionism), MoMA, 2010

   For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. –  Vincent Van Gogh

The Old Guitarist (Picasso’s Blue Period), Art Institute of Chicago, 2016

  Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. – Pablo Picasso

The Persistence of Memory (Surrealism), MoMa, 2010

Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. – Salvador Dali

Nighthawks (Realism), Art Institute of Chicago, 2016

If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint. – Edward Hopper

Green Coca~Cola Bottles (Pop Art), The Met, 2012

The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do. –Andy Warhol


Out of the hundreds of artists and images force-fed to me in those earlier years of  terminology-heavy/ 1000+ flash card frenzied art history courses, these influential dudes stood out the most, by filtering out the key movements that introduced my visual palate to newfound artistic preferences, coupled with entertaining references in pop culture and favorite shows:


Classroom slideshows and textbook photos seriously don’t do these masterpieces, or any piece of art or architecture, any justice. In person, you can practically touch Van Gogh’s  pained application of thick, swirled brushstrokes in The Starry Night, see Picasso’s monochromatic palette of depressive hues in The Old Guitarist, hear Dali’s chaotic dream unfold in The Persistence of Memory, smell Hopper’s freshly brewed cups of coffee in Nighthawks, and taste the cold, refreshing sweetness in Warhol’s Green Coca~Cola Bottles. Van Gogh’s mental breakdown, Picasso’s depression, Dali’s eccentricity, Hopper’s introversion, and Warhol’s complexity, all beautifully expressed in a singular piece. Extremely fortunate/lucky/blessed to have witnessed  the beauty of these iconic paintings firsthand. These artists successfully depicted how I felt about the world at a vulnerable time, in various points of my life–escapism at best–from the obstacles that body-slammed me to the ground, and whenever I preferred splendid solitude over company, or simply needed a release. They inspired me to paint my world with words, and i’ve been writing ever since. 


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