Having picked up this book many years ago, sitting in a bookshelf in the family home, I finally finished it today, glancing at the pictures of those that take my eye, and so defines to me more clearly of the art that resonates in my soul, and thereby giving a glimpse to meet of my own emotional journey from my history.
Those that resonates with me were portraits, facial expressions, or realistic panoramic scenes.
I could quickly overlook the brazen objectification of women so popular in the visual arts, this subverted exploration of sexuality by the guise of the often talented male artists as needing numerous female muses to express the artists skill and validate their existence. This, amidst the backdrop of the subsequent use of patriarchy and male privilege over women (and sometimes children).
I also found it interesting and ironic that so many Christian images exist side by side with so many nude and sexualised images. Ironic, because Christian churches can be so disparaging of the expressions of sexuality.
Nonetheless, it is great to have such an easily accessible visual display of art, for me to develop my sense of art in me.
My favourite picture was from 1837, by Edwin Henry Landseer, ' The old Shepherd's Chief Mourner', showing a dog resting their head on a coffin.