I seem to have gone off on a ramble with people I have met that have touched my life with the tales they have shared about ww2 and what life was like living, hiding or fighting through it. I will take a break from that and bring in the other are called art.
If you ever get to Madrid, stop by and visit the Prado Museum. It houses some of my favorite works of art with Bosch, El Greco, Rubins and Velázquez but there is one artist who you go through and see what appears to be many normal style paintings of people, the old master fruit bowls and activities of life. You will recognize the name, and while I am clueless as to what constitutes great art, but when I saw the clothed/nude Maja's and his other old master style works, I really loved them. ( i think one is at the Met in NYC)
You go through the spacious Museum, see the other amazing art from the centuries and then you will find yourself near one tiny room where upon walking inside it, a chill will probably go through your body as you see ghoulish images painted of Satan devouring his son.
As you come face to face with the works and look at the name, you realize that the artist that painted these pieces was the same one that painted many of the others that you had walked by earlier doing the wonderful old master works.
While sad, the big deal is that you witness an artist basically loosing his mind. In the process, you get to watch his mind change and witness it looking at what images he put on canvas as well as what tortured thoughts must have been going through his mind. From old master to the third of May painting depicting how an uprising was put down.
The painter is Goya. His art is something everyone should see.
It wasn’t till years later that I was traveling around Madrid that I realized just how horrific the Spanish civil war was in the last century. On the hill is a giant cross that was constructed by the communists prisoners, in other places, memorials to the savagery of citizen killing fellow citizen are abundant in the countryside.
I don’t know if Goya would paint anything different today if he were alive then? Or would he have picked up a camera and taken photos