Recently I saw “From Van Gogh to Kandinsky” at the MMFA, and a Cézanne painting of apples and pears brought tears to my eyes. No sobs, or any other physical affect, but the water welled up so deeply that it spilled over. I had to blink to clear my vision. It’s not the first time great art has given me a physical reaction.
Almost ten years ago, “Landscape in Provence” at the MMFA featured many of the same artists as the current show, but it inspired a piece of writing instead. (No, I couldn’t hear them. I could imagine hearing them though.) Continue reading