Surprised by Art #3: Childhood WIldness

Welcome to the third episode of Surprised by Art, a new podcast where two art experts surprise each other (and YOU) with great works of art.

This is how it works. Each week you the audience can vote on a topic. This week you voted on the topic of "Childhood Wildness" Then Luc Travers selected a painting and Kirk Barbera selected a poem to surprise everyone with.

We wanted to give a special thanks to our voice recording volunteers! They did a wonderful job describing the painting. This week they were: Deanna Hekkinen of Pisan Academy, Rachael Rivera, and Jason Letman.

This is done primarily for an audio listening audience. You can hear them wherever you listen to podcasts. The podcast is tailored to explaining is as clear terms as possible the visuals in the painting.

Of course, we recommend that you also take a moment and look at the painting itself. We have provided an image below.

Give it a title. Doesn't matter if you are correct. Just think, what is the first word that comes to mind?

Then, give a literal description of everything in the painting.

In the show, we have various audience members doing exactly this, and if you listen to them this can help give you ideas on how to accomplish this investigation.

Lastly, interpretation. You can do your best on your own or listen to Luc and Kirk's exploration.

Ok here comes the painting! Remember: DO NOT WORRY ABOUT THE ARTIST'S NAME OR THE TITLE OF THE ARTWORK UNTIL AFTER YOU SEE THE PAINTING!

Here's the full painting:

The title of the painting is "In a Fohn Storm," by Mathias Schmid

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The Poem

Nutting

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

—It seems a day

(I speak of one from many singled out)

One of those heavenly days that cannot die;

When, in the eagerness of boyish hope,

I left our cottage-threshold, sallying forth

With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung,

A nutting-crook in hand; and turned my steps

Tow'rd some far-distant wood, a Figure quaint,

Tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds

Which for that service had been husbanded,

By exhortation of my frugal Dame—

Motley accoutrement, of power to smile

At thorns, and brakes, and brambles,—and, in truth,

More ragged than need was! O'er pathless rocks,

Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets,

Forcing my way, I came to one dear nook

Unvisited, where not a broken bough

Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign

Of devastation; but the hazels rose

Tall and erect, with tempting clusters hung,

A virgin scene!—A little while I stood,

Breathing with such suppression of the heart

As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint

Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed

The banquet;—or beneath the trees I sate

Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;

A temper known to those, who, after long

And weary expectation, have been blest

With sudden happiness beyond all hope.