There is something of the naive artist in Maggie Taylor’s work. I imagine Rousseau. It is something about the mood. As you look at her work you find yourself delighted and then… bored. They have a voice but the voice is the same. It is a wonderful voice. But it reminds me of the book covers in stores where every book of a line of work will be a variation of the other. Its like a sales pitch. Or ‘branding’. Still, I do like to look at her work.
There is something of the naive artist in Maggie Taylor’s work. I imagine Rousseau. It is something about the mood. As you look at her work you find yourself delighted and then… bored. They have a voice but the voice is the same. It is a wonderful voice. But it reminds me of the book covers in stores where every book of a line of work will be a variation of the other. Its like a sales pitch. Or ‘branding’. Still, I do like to look at her work. There is a certain delight in the images, a kind smile.
There is something of the naive artist in Maggie Taylor’s work. I imagine Rousseau. It is something about the mood. As you look at her work you find yourself delighted and then… bored. They have a voice but the voice is the same. It is a wonderful voice. But it reminds me of the book covers in stores where every book of a line of work will be a variation of the other. Its like a sales pitch. Or ‘branding’. Still, I do like to look at her work.
There is something of the naive artist in Maggie Taylor’s work. I imagine Rousseau. It is something about the mood. As you look at her work you find yourself delighted and then… bored. They have a voice but the voice is the same. It is a wonderful voice. But it reminds me of the book covers in stores where every book of a line of work will be a variation of the other. Its like a sales pitch. Or ‘branding’. Still, I do like to look at her work.
Bits of her work remind me of things I have done. Not in the technique so much as the passive voice of the images.
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