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For him who struck thy foreign string, (Thomas Hart Benton)
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Jun 16, 2019 03:49AM
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
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Yes of course, Kristine!I had a bet with myself that this was going to be aswered by the first one who saw it, and indeed: only two views and here you go ;-)
What do you think, shall I wait a bit before posting other artworks?
Good idea ;-)Still only three views...
I 'll probably wait till tomorrow (already late afternoon here, I have to start thinking about diner ;-)
It's the composition that gives him away. many of his paintings have a sinewy, undulating rhythm to them. He's way underrated.
Geoffrey wrote: "I grant you it wood be difficult to ascertain this artist."Do you mean you think it's Grant Wood?
We already had Wood:
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
I don't have the heart, nor bent for this one. Sorry, was thinking of him when I wood grant you another.I often get the two confused.
Jackson Pollack, till the end of his life, used to call his former teacher and friend Thomas Hart Benton hoping to receive approval of his art. He never did. The dichotomy of the two styles met at the crossroads of art history. Realism and American Regionalism was pitted against Avant-garde Abstract Expressionism. Benton, was unjustly considered a reactionary. It is time we revaluate and give Thomas Hart Benton his rightful place as one of America's greatest painters.
And the complete poem:For him who struck thy foreign string,
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spirit—old Guitar?
It is as if the warm sunlight
In some deep glen should lingering stay,
When clouds of storm, or shades of night,
Have wrapt the parent orb away.
It is as if the glassy brook
Should image still its willows fair,
Though years ago the woodman's stroke
Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.
Even so, Guitar, thy magic tone
Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh;
Hath bid the ancient torrent moan,
Although its very source is dry.
Emily Jane Brontë
I see a bit of a connection between Benton’s work and Pollock’s later works—all those looping, twisting lines.b






