I just visited the brand new blog by Karen Witczak called Karen 5.0. Ms. Witzak will be writing about all things of interest to her fertile mind. If you visit my blog, go visit Karen's; she's a very intelligent writer. I had the honor to post the first comment on her blog. She had mentioned Bonnard (the show at The Met continues to April 27) as a possible subject, and it spurred my thoughts about that artist. And, since what I post about is art, I took that response as the text for tonight's posting for my own blog. See it below.
I'm sure I could never prove that he's a bad artist, or that anyone should dislike him. But, as I matured in art, I developed my own sense of vision, and something like that brings with it a lot of subjectivity. I accept my subjectivity, at the same time that I pride myself on my very broad taste. I may not be able to account for precisely the reason I'm inclined to dislike Bonnard these days. If I think about it, I may even scorn him as representing a choice I made at a less mature stage of my life, and, therefore, as a symbol of my lesser maturity in those years. Well, that's not his fault, is it? I'll take another look at him, because he's a practitioner of art, a damned powerful thing in this world. And because art is a thing of such mystery that the next time I look I may be overtaken by a radically different view of a thing I thought was fixed.