Sonia Delaunay is a beautiful name. Poetically dreamy it is a contemporary cousin to Isadora Duncan and conjures up floating scarves of swirling patterns, though not necessarily of the strangling kind. Delaunay's retrospective at the Tate Modern is a walk in time, through the buzz of the turn of the 20th century, when to be part of an art movement was an earnest search for a new language, a feverish adaptation of anything boldly new and a bevy of relationships that intertwined literary and artis...
Sonia Delaunay is a beautiful name. Poetically dreamy it is a contemporary cousin to Isadora Duncan and conjures up floating scarves of swirling patterns, though not necessarily of the strangling kind. Delaunay's retrospective at the Tate Modern is a walk in time, through the buzz of the turn of the 20th century, when to be part of an art movement was an earnest search for a new language, a feverish adaptation of anything boldly new and a bevy of relationships that intertwined literary and artis...
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