Painted by Henri Matisse in 1935, The Pink Nude is one of hundreds of pieces of French art collected by the Cone sisters from my hometown of Baltimore.
Claribel Cone, a physician and researcher, and her sister Etta were supported largely by their brother Moses. The sisters were avant-garde in their artistic tastes. (Although you wouldn’t guess it from their outfits.)
Here they are with their buddy, Gertude Stein. (Gertrude is in the middle):
The Cone sisters had an eye for art and became a patron of Matisse when he was little appreciated by the art world.
Their pink friend in the painting, looking oh so nonchalant and tres comfortable with her pose au naturel, got me thinking about nudity.
Sometimes, in the shower, I glance down at myself and think, rats! I’m starting to look like the world doesn’t think nudes should look. I could make a long list of famous artists who would never bop down from heaven to paint me.
And other times, especially when I’m in a good mood, I’ll stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom and think, hey, sure you need to put some clothes on soon, but Barbara nude isn’t so bad.
Now it’s your turn.
I’ve bared my thoughts. Time for you to bare yours.
Patti Winker, you’re extra brave about telling us stuff.
To help fuel the conversation, here’s another Mattise from the Cone Collection. She’s on the blue side, not nearly as comfortable in her skin as the lady in pink.
What about you? Does nudity make you rosy or blue?
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