Mary Stevenson Cassatt was born in the late 1800s and died in 1926. She was the only American woman accepted into the Impressionist’s special club. I’m not a fan of Impressionism, I much prefer later styles like cubism and surealism. However, when I see a Cassatt painting, I want to cry.
As a child, growing up in the heart of the homeland of Mormonism, Mary Cassatt’s idealistic mother and child images were some of the first and only artwork I was exposed to (other than religious images). I saw this Cassatt etching in a gallery in San Francisco last month. I stood and stared, sneakily snapped photos and tried to think of how I could come up with $43k cold cash to bring it home with me. As Todd would say, this one is “perfection.” For me, its always about how the artwork makes me feel, and nothing else really matters.