Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Stroke of Genius


Paul Cezanne (1839-1906) was a French Post-Impressionist
painter. He is one of my many favorites. I love his wonderful use of
color and design. His portraits and self-portraits are what I enjoy most.
Today I am posting his Protrait of Victor Chocquet, a French patron of
the arts, and Portrait of the Artist's Father, Louis Auguste Cezanne,
Reading. They are a contrast; the movement, color and rugged feel
of the brushstrokes of the first and the smooth more stylized look
with subdued grays and blacks of the second. I like the expression
captured on his father's face...I imagine some intimate father/son
chat during the session! He seems pleased and also a bit shy to be
sitting for a portrait by his son. And he definitely looks French in
his little black beret and house shoes. Stay tuned...you will see
more blog from me on this artist....

"When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God-made
object like a tree or a flower. If it clashes, it is not art." Paul Cezanne




5 comments:

  1. Those are so nice! I love the art you post. And I learn something new every time I read your blogs!

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  2. YOU are so nice! It is fun to know that someone out there in cyberspace is reading. Some where out there beneath the pale moonlight...someone's thinking of me.... :):):)

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  3. My Dear Swanie,
    A little cyber bird led me to your Willow Manor. How you create your blog is a true portait of yourself....lovely!
    I've learned that you learn most from people who are learning themselves.
    When I grow up...I'm going to be an artist. It's in my blood!
    Love and Belonging! Ahuntie Dee

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  4. Auntie Dee!

    Hi! Welcome to my little blog world. Yes, that creativity is in our blood, isn't it? Let's both be artists when we grow up! Thanks for stopping in and please come back soon to my Willow page.

    L & B

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  5. Too too cool....
    I love your blog. So full of the essence of life.
    Uncle Tom

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)