It has been borne in on me that I have called Edward Hopper "the greatest American artist who ever lived, and one of the greatest of all time" on Facebook, and said practically the same thing about Jeff Jones here when that great genius died last year. Now, logically, there cannot be TWO "greatest American painters of all time". And Hopper and Jones are so wholly unlike each other in any way except greatness as to make any kind of confrontation pointless. Let's just say that America has had more giants, more painters of Old Master status, than a youngish country has a right to, and leave it at that, OK?
This has been a really weird evening
Mar. 9th, 2010 11:34 pmJust as I was about to get to sleep, I got a loathsome e-mail from an agency I had done a good bit of work for, which amounted to their wanting to pay me as late as possible ( and they are already six weeks late) and as little as possible. I answered back in suitable terms, with the twin threats of legal action and of making their behaviour public among other translators. At that point I was no longer feeling like sleep, so I went on Facebook. After posting a short snarl about what had just happened, I looked at recent entries, and I noticed that ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jamesenge had published a photo of a magnificent painting by Jeffrey Katherine Jones. Now don't ask me to explain Mr/Ms. Jones, I can't. One thing I can say: s/he is, and has been since about 1972, one of the greatest painters in the world - a Master in the full meaning of the term, and I think I have seen enough painting in my life to know the difference.
So ten minutes at most later I get a request for friending from Mr/Ms Jones.
This is not the first genius who has been a friend of mine. Denny Derbyshire and Kenna Hijja spring to mind. But it is the first living legend, someone whose work was already being reprinted and admired when I was a young fan hunting and pecking around Rome's newsstand together with Franco Urru.
jamesenge had published a photo of a magnificent painting by Jeffrey Katherine Jones. Now don't ask me to explain Mr/Ms. Jones, I can't. One thing I can say: s/he is, and has been since about 1972, one of the greatest painters in the world - a Master in the full meaning of the term, and I think I have seen enough painting in my life to know the difference.So ten minutes at most later I get a request for friending from Mr/Ms Jones.
This is not the first genius who has been a friend of mine. Denny Derbyshire and Kenna Hijja spring to mind. But it is the first living legend, someone whose work was already being reprinted and admired when I was a young fan hunting and pecking around Rome's newsstand together with Franco Urru.
