#artmemory

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Baya Mahieddine:

One of Algeria’s most celebrated artists, Baya Mahieddine is famous for the iconic work that would inspire Picasso to paint a collection called Women of Algeria. 

Instead of following the typically Western models of art production that were being taught at the time, the young Baya drew on her own personal experiences and imaginings, alongside the traditional traditional art of Algeria.

There is much discussion pertaining to what extent Picasso was indeed ‘inspired’ by the young Baya, or perhaps inspired might translate to ‘borrowed’ and then perhaps into ‘stole’ and then perhaps into ‘erased’. Let us not agree that he, himself, erased her from our memory, but rather that her sex, her age and homeland bound her to the collective imagination of those white western art collectors and teachers- to exist only as an ethereal echo of the brush strokes and tales evoked in the likes of Picasso & Matisse’s own work and not ever as a true and real artist in her own right. 

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Van Gogh and an Old Friend

This photo shows some original goods from the Van Gogh exhibition I visited recently.The bag and the cookie tin were both so cute that I ended up buying more than I planned.

The cookies even have Van Gogh’s face on them, which made me smile.

The highlight of this exhibition was *The Café Terrace at Night* in Arles.

It’s one of my favorite paintings.

Back in high school art class, after finishing an assignment, I was flipping through an art book in the classroom.

I didn’t know much about paintings back then, and I didn’t even know it was by Van Gogh.But I remember telling my teacher, “I really like this one.”

That painting was *The Café Terrace at Night*.

My art teacher made a small color copy of it and gave it to me.I kept it in my planner for years.I still have it.

This was the second time I’ve seen the painting in person.

But because I’ve carried it with me since high school, it felt less like seeing a famous artworkand more like meeting an old friend at a reunion.

“Long time no see. How have you been?”Something like that. 😆

I wonder when I’ll meet this painting again.Until then, I hope I’ll have grown into someone just as compelling as the art itself.

*This post was translated from Japanese with the help of Chappy (ChatGPT, in Japan).*

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What is your earliest memory of Art?

I hold Art in high regard. That is an understatement. I feel utterly unworthy of Art. I was 7 or 8 when I first witnessed Art. Or, it is my earliest memory of witnessing something transcendental, that I later would identify as Art. It was a photograph, taken by my father, of his mother’s hands pushing fabric through an old sewing machine. It was black and white, and highlighted her weathered hands. I remember loving this photograph, as it allowed me to learn about my grandmother, even though she had already passed away. It also showed me a part of my father I had never known - the tender love he had for his mother poured off the edges of the 5x7 piece of photo paper. That is the power of Art. What is the earliest memory you have of witnessing something inspiring, breath-catching, that you would later identify as Art? Was it a photographor a painting, music, dance, poetry, or something else?

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I know a many friends prefer to see MSB chibis than my oen OC xD. Well, I miss them too. I guess my most happy times is the time when I still drawing them. #artmemory #art #chibi #yuuki_ichigo