Art World of Matthew Felix Sun

Fine artist. Art ought to be from life, and above life. To merely document surfaces is not enough: I want to grasp what is behind, which to me is far more compelling and worthwhile. My goal is to discover the truth in life, and to portray those hidden aspects boldly, without losing beauty that is seen. www.matthewfelixsun.com Paintings and Prints via ArtSlant.com Zazzle Store
I often had vivid dream- from blooming meadow to swinging corpse behind a door, either comforting or upsetting, with great visual impacts and sometimes served as starting point of my painting projects. Last week, I had another strange dream and I am still trying to determine its meanings, if any, and if I should treat it as a painting object or not.
I dreamed that I was in a restaurant, only by concept, without any visualizing of the specifics, and realized that our server was a very old woman - in her eighties or nineties, I somehow knew it in my dream sequence.  I was not alone, but couldn’t tell whom I was with.  One of my companions voiced his or her concern for the old server and we were assured, perhaps by the restaurant’s cheerful management, that we needed not to worry.  “She just performed a feat the other day and served a large party of eighty or ninety people by herself.” We were impressed and felt better. Then, our old server tottered in, with her bend back absolutely parallel to the ground.  Several fully loaded large plates crowded on her stoic back Quite an image, isn’t it?

I often had vivid dream- from blooming meadow to swinging corpse behind a door, either comforting or upsetting, with great visual impacts and sometimes served as starting point of my painting projects.

Last week, I had another strange dream and I am still trying to determine its meanings, if any, and if I should treat it as a painting object or not.

I dreamed that I was in a restaurant, only by concept, without any visualizing of the specifics, and realized that our server was a very old woman - in her eighties or nineties, I somehow knew it in my dream sequence.  I was not alone, but couldn’t tell whom I was with.  One of my companions voiced his or her concern for the old server and we were assured, perhaps by the restaurant’s cheerful management, that we needed not to worry.  “She just performed a feat the other day and served a large party of eighty or ninety people by herself.”

We were impressed and felt better.

Then, our old server tottered in, with her bend back absolutely parallel to the ground.  Several fully loaded large plates crowded on her stoic back

Quite an image, isn’t it?

My Favorite Paintings at Galleria dell’Accademia, Venice (Venice Academy)
One was “Tempest” by Giorgione. Perhaps, this one is even more mysterious and intriguing than the more famous “Mona Lisa” by Leonardo Da Vinci. This painting was full of symbols whose meanings largely lost to modern minds.  On its foreground, on the left, was a young man in fanciful dress, not quite a knight but not your common city or country folks either.  He gazed at the far right, but not at the woman sitting in the bush, nursing her baby.  She looked towards the left, but not quite at the young man either.  Most mysterious element was that she had only some short cape over her should and completely nude down below.  She seemed sitting on the rest of her clothes.  The background was a city/country scene rather reminiscent of more medieval Sienna.  Above the cityscape, lightening flashed across stormy sky, in the same lovely green/blue hue, which actually was the signature of Giorgione to me. In regardless whatever the symbolism this painting held, it was a lovely painting, with charged dramatic gestures and held the viewers in complete enthrallment.

My Favorite Paintings at Galleria dell’Accademia, Venice (Venice Academy)

One was “Tempest” by Giorgione. Perhaps, this one is even more mysterious and intriguing than the more famous “Mona Lisa” by Leonardo Da Vinci. This painting was full of symbols whose meanings largely lost to modern minds.  On its foreground, on the left, was a young man in fanciful dress, not quite a knight but not your common city or country folks either.  He gazed at the far right, but not at the woman sitting in the bush, nursing her baby.  She looked towards the left, but not quite at the young man either.  Most mysterious element was that she had only some short cape over her should and completely nude down below.  She seemed sitting on the rest of her clothes.  The background was a city/country scene rather reminiscent of more medieval Sienna.  Above the cityscape, lightening flashed across stormy sky, in the same lovely green/blue hue, which actually was the signature of Giorgione to me.

In regardless whatever the symbolism this painting held, it was a lovely painting, with charged dramatic gestures and held the viewers in complete enthrallment.