
This weekend I went to see the Women Impressionists Exhibit at the Legion of Honor in San Francisco. It incorporates the work of four very different female Impressionist painters. I was struck by how distinct they were from one another, and by the absolutely impeccable drawing skills that were evident underneath and inside of every painting.
When we got up close to the first painting my daughter asked her usual question: "Mom, is that the ACTUAL thing?" To which I replied, "Yes, that's the real painting. Her hands actually put those brush strokes on there." To which she replied, "Woa." Or something like that.
Every time we go to an exhibit I am struck by how, in this day and age, it is so common to see media and copies of things and digital stuff that it's easy to "see" something in some media form without ever getting the chance to appreciate it as an object, as the work of someone's hands.
There is a wonderful book called "What Painting Is" by James Elkins. It is all about the physical act of making a painting - what happens to the canvas, how the paints are mixed, how paintings are taken apart and put in different frames and moved around. It makes you wish you could see the backs of all those paintings hanging in the museum. What stories are hidden there!








