A good friend of mine reminded me of Die Milchstrasse by Anselm Kiefer, one of my all-time favorite paintings that used to hang in the stairway of the Albright-Knox.
From the Albright-Knox site ...
Anselm Kiefer was born the year World War II ended, when both the landscape and psyche of Germany had been severely damaged. As an artist, Kiefer confronts this history directly in his work, unlike many of his contemporaries who chose to avoid it. He set out to study why human beings behave the way they do, feeling that art could help to answer these types of questions and in doing so perhaps make the world a better place.
Great concept indeed, but I also enjoy the aesthetic quality of his work. The earthy nature of the materials he uses, the textures and the richness ... it evokes something in me that I cannot pinpoint yet I love deeply. A past life, perhaps? My German heritage? My fascination with the actual Milky Way? My love of nature? Mysterious, and that's the way art should be.
|... seeing it here does not do it justice ...|
|... it needs to be savored in person ...|
(I borrowed this image from a great flikr photostream with many pics of Buffalo)