I’ve used this media file before, (that’s what we call it now, I suppose, at least it sounds more impressive that “picture”.)
Media file wasn’t a phrase when Norman Rockwell was around, or if it was, it certainly wasn’t digital. Just about everything is digital now-a-days. I still haven’t quite figured out what that means, as opposed to analog, I mean. Continue reading “ASSUME nothing”
I am not an artist, which perhaps makes me appreciate those who are, like my bloggish buddy at A Time To Share and her husband. Our baby girl is an artist, as is one of our sons-in-law, and all three of my siblings and our dad. Even Bob has taken up the pen and pencil!
But me? Nope. I must have been like a flat rock that went skipping over that part of the gene pool. I can sort of draw a tree…
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate art…well, some of it. Admittedly, I’m more a Rembrandt to Rockwell fan than, say, Pablo P. I’m a bit of a realist in that sense. I’m a nurse, and I like body parts to be where they are supposed to be. Is that so wrong?
I read somewhere that Norman Rockwell was not actually considered one of the truly great artists. Okay, so maybe his photo-like images don’t grace the Sistine Chapel, but the Saturday Evening Post sure liked ‘em. And even though Michelangelo’s “David” has probably moved many a sensitive heart, Rockwell’s “Four Freedoms” came at precarious time in our history when we needed reminding (and, BTW, still do) of what makes America great (and still does.)
I’m not an artist, and by no means do I profess to know what causes the moniker “truly great artist” to be conferred on someone. And as such, I’m not “qualified” to even discuss art, at least at what would be Continue reading “Where’s the delete button?!?!”