flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Of course, Modigliani did soooooo many reclining nudes that I can’t possibly tell you how I picked a favourite, but this is it. I know her when I see her, basically, not to mention that I’ve had a print or postcard of her somewhere on my wall since I first saw her in high school. How beautiful is that? The geometry of how he divides the space in to planes, the soft, buttery light intensified at the neck, thighs, and in the pillow; the repetition of colour, the subtle stretching of the figure.
There are a lot of stunning Modiglianis and a lot of them are veeery similar, but I think this one is the most lovely. Feel free to argue.