My collection of mostly 19th and early 20th Century Academic Nude Drawings, Paintings, Prints, Sculpture, Bronzes, and Watercolors.
The Passion of Collecting Academic Nudes
Join me as we explore my collection of Academic Nudes from the 18th, 19th, and Early 20th Centuries and serendipitous finds in the Museum, Art Auction, and Gallery world......examples from the Golden Age of the European Academie
Links to Classical Drawing and Painting Ateliers and Artists
After my early retirement I went back to school to train in Fine Arts - Studio Painting at the University level. During my required life drawing classes, I became enamoured with the beauty of the nude, both male and female. Online I bought my first 19th Century work of the Academic Nude. I was hooked. It is such a shame that more Museums do not collect and display them but I guess they are considered minor works by such august bodies. I have amassed a nice collection of drawings, paintings, watercolors, and graphic works that adorn every wall in my home. Ocassionally I sell on eBay, passing along the joy of ownership to other collectors. That joy of collecting is the inspiration for my blog. I have tried not to limit myself to strictly 19th century works but instead include works from what I consider to be the Golden Age of the Art Academy, mid-18th to early 20th centuries. By the advent of modernism and the 1920's, the party was literally over. The academy system with its salons had collapsed and the strict academic teaching methods all but forgotten.
I held a dying friend in my arms on Friday and said good-bye. He was the kind of friend who didn't laugh at me when I went around all day with my stupid shirt on inside out. He didn't make snide comments when my socks were two different colors. He just had a big smile for me. He didn't mind when my clothes were mismatched and quite frankly he wouldn't have gone out the door looking like me. He just smiled. He was a big lump of sugar, a big lump of unconditional love for someone who has missed that mark on many an ocassion. When breakfast was not quite up to his specifications, he would pickup his empty bowl and toss it at me. Okay, I get the message. He was a good, strong Welshman, a dear friend, a true companion, and I will miss him terribly. Godspeed on your journey my friend.