Impressionists So Worth Their Praise

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It is no surprising, American popularity lending a hand or not, that the Impressionists grab so many. And for so long. I spent time with various impressionists and post impressionists recently at Musee D’Orsay and Le Louvre.

Artists follow the Lover; Lovers follow the Artist. Some eye candy for the soul. Go to Paris in December photo album for more shots from a few galleries.

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They had Odilon Redon’s Plante Verte Dans Une Urne (1910-1911), which had more of a post impressionist feel to it, its shade of green eerie at times. I came across someone I used to love when I lived in Europe, at a time when my life revolved around art: Emile Bernard.

Somehow, I could tell what pieces were driven by feminine energy. I loved the dramatic 1887 Baigneuses a la Vache Rouge.

Gauguin continues to blow me away, time and time again. Vairumati from 1897 was awe inspiring as were so many others. Many brought me to tears. Then there’s the texture and detail of Van Gogh’s work, whether its a portrait or a landscape, his work begs you to applaud quietly and loudly at the same time.

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Other memories to note: George Lemmen’s post-impressionist piece of his wife Madame George Lemmen in 1893, Paul Signac’s Le Chateaux des Pepes (1900), Lautrec’s entire group of art (oils and charcoal) behind a window glass.

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Then I saw the amusing lifesize portrait of Henry Samary which Henry Toulouse Lautrec did in the late 1890s, shortly before he died. The greens and purples are stunning, vibrant and alive; the model wears a twisted but soft conniving face: La Femme Au Bon Nois (1892). It looks like he may have done this using pastels or acrylics or a combination of both on brown paper, not canvas.

There was also Pierre Bonnard’s Femmes Interieur (Femmes at Enfants from 1899), where he presents us with an image which reminded me of my great grandmother on my father’s side. When I looked at “this femme’s eyes,” I thought of her, who unlike this model, could not remain still for long.

I went back in time to her Victorian on Second Avenue, where in the earlier years, we played softball in the backyard and later years, mowed the lawn for $2.00 an hour. I imagined her posing for Bonnard’s children and grandchildren.

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