 | I am astounded by this painting. Except it's not a painting and never was. There was no painter. There was no woman. If you added some craquelure to this, anyone might think it was a lost painting of an old master. I happened upon this by accident from a Youtube thumbnail for two hours of violin music. I wish there was a story behind this. I want to know the story behind this, but there is none. I am deeply enamoured of this and a bit sad when I consider the meaning of it. It affects me and thus I am compelled to call it art. If she doesn't have a name, I will call her Autumn Violin. How absurd is that, giving a name to a woman who never was? [link] [comments] |
