As I mentioned in an earlier post, with lots of mid-week closures throughout western MA we had a day to kill and weren’t quite sure how we were going to do it. Doing my research the night before really narrowed down the choices. It seems like the only thing open on this particular day was The Springfield Museums in Springfield, Massachusetts. It’s a series of four buildings, one for science, one for history, and two for art. In the end we only had time for the art buildings.
Historical Monument of the American Republic Erastus Salisbury Field This rather large painting is what you see when you walk into the main gallery space in one of the buildings. Look at the train tracks in the sky!
View of the Marketplace with the Great Church at Haarlem Gerrit Adriaensz Berckheyde
Study for a fresco at the federal courthouse in Pittsburgh (1936) Howard Cook
I might not have been thinking of art when I failed to note the artist or title of this work. (detail)
Church Supper (1933) Paul Sample I love this for so many reasons. Don’t you think it would make a good novel?
The Net Mender (c. 1870s) George Newell Bowers You know I love lots of domestic details in my novels. Not to mention how perfect the room is.
The Newsboy (1889) George Newell Bowers The subject is a little too “Newsies” for me to covet this one for my own walls, but I love all the background detail. I’m particularly taken with the glimpse of the hallway. As a historic preservationist by training, it is fascinating to see the vernacular detail in what is a rather simple, but probably fancy for where and what it was, hallway. Paintings of this period are more often filled with images of rooms like the one in the foreground, but not the circulation space beyond. Photos from the time similarly tend to overlook documenting something as mundane as a hallway, and even if they do, we don’t get to see them rendered in color like this.
Sixth Avenue (1940) Andrée Ruellan This one I do covet for my own on so many levels. I’m always a sucker for urban scenes and domestic detail. It also stokes my desire to travel in time. And again, I’m realizing as I do this post, how most of the art I am drawn to and tack pictures of could be turned into novels. Not a novel of the painting, but what is happening in the painting. I’m going to say that little boy is with his grandmother.