Icons of the remote and not forgotten past. Images of the power, usually. New ones? Assault to the tradition. Challenge to Academy. Burial of past. New strength. We like it because of totemic force of power. This greats are they random? What is a measure for talent or genius. Genetic accident? Great school? Amazing game of life? All of this, perhaps. Perhaps only struggle can produce emotions and results. Beyond ordinary grave. Goya painted for the King. Kind of a child of Diego Velazquez. Fransico's oeuvre same as an Old Testament as reflection of his time, deep and sharp, the most complex phenomena. It's complex, intense and stimulating. Quite original in his pursuance for craft, which he commanded to a great extent, especially obvious in his suite of lithographs, Caprichos. Probably strongest example of political satire in the history, which made a great deal of sensation in his lifetime. His art pictured life of the king's court and darkest fears of Spain, society fuelled by the spirit of Christianity tormented by inquisition whose fearful approach left darkest trace on the psycho of man. Reality, glorious in Majas on a Balcony and magnificent portraits of the royal family, and dark gloom of demonic tragedies from his late period etchings. Picasso was no occidental stranger to the painterly realms. He easily gained authority in the perfection of that was hard or impossible for others in the early age, than got noticed and managed to find himself, starting from production of complex images of poverty, an technically superb etchings; then he positioned himself high in the eyes of society. Picasso quickly became the icon of his time. Cubism was more than a modernist trend mixed with the take on the classicist tradition, it was science mixed with art, art was interpretation of the fundamental theories of time and matter. Picasso was a kind of public clown, in own words; but guessing he knew the nerve of society. He played strong. Andy Warhol. Every civilisation had the moment in it's history, when it rises above equals. A golden age for America was marked by the art of Andy Warhol, he left remarkably strong trail for it. He was a populist kind, eye pleasing maximalist and terrible player with the feelings for a guilt and pleasure of his time. Far from the purist and objectively deep realist art of Francis Bacon or Lucian Freud. Public, often don't dare it's hardest critics. What is modern? Perhaps first is what we see in the mirror, because it's you who measures the universe. Criteria applies. Perhaps most of it depends on someone whose reflection is equal to one of Philip IV in "Las Meninas". Just a small chamber in Buen Retiro. One death for a hundreds years in Prado...Copyright © 2010 Francisco Goya / image in the public domain
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