A Love for Turner

Since my beloved, Holly, took me the Tate Britain to see the JMW Turner collection affectionately housed there, I've harboured a secret passion. He is, in my opinion, totally unattainable for an aspiring artist. Every once in a while, talent and, the appropriately employed, genius, do trump all else. And so, when my German teacher convinced me to present to the class on my favorite painting, I knew I had to browse Google for my favorite Turner; I didn't know which Turner, but I knew it was a Turner. Here is my choice, a musing on the Eruption at Vesuvius. Perhaps not a typical Turner, but that's like trying to identify a typical Pink Floyd song. Some works are mesmerizing. This is it.