Thank you, Raoul Dufy
Raoul Dufy was the very first artist that I remember becoming aware of.
When I was very little – about 2 or 3 – I was taken to a Raoul Dufy exhibition by my parents, and my behaviour that day has become the stuff of family legend.
I engaged with those gorgeous, wobbly paintings by sitting on the floor in front of each one, gazing at it for five minutes or more before standing up, walking over to the next picture and repeating the process.
Slowly, I made my way around the entire exhibition like that. My mum tells me that by the time I was done I had attracted quite the crowd of fascinated onlookers!! I’m guessing that’s just not what you’d expect from a toddler in a gallery.
Anyway, for as long as I can remember, my favourite artworks have been the wobbly ones; the splashy ones; the colourful, joyful glimpses of the inside of someone else’s mind. Photorealism (whilst technically astonishing) doesn’t do it for me at all. I just can’t relate to it.
So thank you, Raoul Dufy, for being the first.
Find out more about Raoul Dufy:
- A brief bio from the Tate
- There are books, of course, oh so many books
- And here is one of my favourite paintings.