The Forge
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Francisco de Goya, The Forge, 1817 |
The
experience of viewing Goya’s work has not been a pleasant one. First knowing
him from The Third of May, I was
blown away by his composition and ability to create mood and capture emotions. However,
it seems rather hard to delve further into his art without getting creeped out
by certain elements of his work that seem to work at a subconscious level. It
becomes easier knowing his life story and the historical context. However,
something else then arises in the appreciation of his work. Even though Goya’s
composition and choosing of color to suggest mood are beyond criticism, and his
subjects are always poignant and incisive, I
was not entirely convinced
by his skills of actually putting the brushes to canvas. It already sounds
very presumptuous to say so, but I think it's fair to say that his figures are
of some distance from those of neoclassicism’s painters and even periods
previous to that. They seem unfinished and lack certain refinement. Though “refined”
works are not necessarily - sometimes even the opposite of “good” works - Goya,
nevertheless, took quite a leap from his predecessors. I am not sure if he had
done so in better serving what he wanted to achieve through the entire work as
a whole, just like those of El Greco and maybe later Picasso’s. But I wouldn’t
be surprised and take them seriously, especially some of his etchings, if I saw
them among the illustrations for books such as Oliver Twist. Perhaps I have to see his works up close to let brushworks and pigments reveal more about their significances.

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