However an image… more specifically a replicated image or even a photograph of a painting can only capture so much. We get color, perspective, and depending on how good of an image we can see texture. But that really doesn’t do us any good. Looking at the Mona Lisa on TV, believe me it has been hyped up to be this rather large painting, with huge meaning behind it for that time period. When you read about it in history books and art book, they too go on and on about how big of an impact this made on society. Even when I saw it in person, it was the real thing but far from the actual setting. It’s behind bullet proof glass, and roped off. A million people are trying to go up to it and take a picture of it. It’s also rather small. The biggest upsetting thing about the Mona Lisa for me was that this little 1x1ft painting was adjacent to this 12ft by about 6ft painting of Christ freshly taken off the cross with the thorn crown still on his head, bleeding out for the world to feel his anguish. I REALLY COULDN’T MISS THAT IF I WANTED TO!!! It was just nuts how intense that painting was. And there we go, back to the little box holding a picture of Mona with her little smirk. I’m sure given the time it wasn’t nice to paint such things, but dammit don’t act like the smirk was created that same day. I don’t care if it's 1500 BC, humans smirk!!!

The biggest thing for me though is seeing the Sistine Chapel in person. For years I had seen blown up images, up close images, and even pictures of the entire ceiling, but seeing it in person is a COMPLETELY different experience. The blow up images are small, in your book, and showing you so much detail, when in actuality, it’s a CEILING, and this painting is gigantic and you can still see virtually the same amount of detail. Literally as I walked through the chapel with my neck cracked all the way back and my jaw dropped to the floor, it gives you a whole new feeling of everything going on. How the hell did this man paint this stuff?! More power to him! Looking at the picture in a book, tells a simple childish story. Being there to experience it, tells a story about what is being depicted, but then you begin to think, wow Michelangelo somehow reached the ceiling and painted this entire thing! I didn’t even know ladders were made that tall, especially back then. You also think about what could have been going on in his mind. I’m convinced he was possessed, because nothing normal would make me want to paint something so vivid at an angle that had to be uncomfortable. Seriously I’ve been trying to figure out how he got up there, and how this dude was sitting/laying/breaking his neck.


Lastly, when thinking about reproduced images and paintings, I think about my two favorite artists; Mark Ryden and Adam Isaac Jackson are amazingly different. Both are painters, but with reproduction, photography, and graphic editing, it’s become hard to tell if that’s how the painting truly is, or if it was photographed and edited in Photoshop… Nonetheless I love their work and plan on investing in original pieces as soon as I can find them and have the funds. [[click on their names in this preceding paragraph, mark and adam, to go to their websites]]

these two are by Ryden
