In our own time, landscape painting
retains an unquestionable popular appeal. As civilization pulls us further and
further from nature, it's no surprise that we cherish glimpses of arcadia.
Landscapes have become nearly ubiquitous: in living rooms and waiting rooms; on
fine china and restaurant walls; at artsy galleries and on auction blocks; in
regular blockbuster exhibitions and on the resulting sweatshirts, mugs, and
even refrigerator magnets. We are too occupied in the confines of this consumptionist
post-modern society that we forget the true value of the outdoors; the nature
around us.
To appreciate landscape painting is too marvel on its roots, the inspiration of the painting itself. But why paint a piece of Land? Why be inspired by the very ground that we simply trot upon?
Maybe I'm old fashioned, thoughts tailored upon the waning ideas of experiencing nature. In this time where paintings are more valued than the preservation of arcadia maybe my values are out of place. I do not condemn the commercialization of these works, but I cannot help but to point out that we are missing the true value of landscape art.
Know that I stand, hoping that one day the appreciation for these paintings will not only be contained within the slumber of its frames, that once again man will be in tune with nature; such is the Impression of a Sunrise.




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