The ethereal paintings of mythical figures dominated the Parisian scene where realism was the main objective and all else were regarded as poor attempts to describing art, mere sketches according to one critic of Monet's work. Going through the Manet, Millet, and Monet's work will surely prove that the popular conventions of the time were not only invalid but a gross misrepresentation of the work these avant-garde Impressionist artists were striving to recreate.
If you haven't quite saved up for a trip to Paris and roam the Musee d'Orsay, consider this exhibit a preliminary taste of what's to come from a yearlong engagement to include Van Gogh to start on September 10, 2010.
Stroll along a promenade of sepia colored wall panels giving a panoramic view of the Boulevard Capucine (host to numerous Impressionist salon expositions). Enter the main pavilion greeted by the statuesque Venus herself to usher you in the epic battle between Idealistic and Realistic interpretation of Art.
And for those of you who already made that visit, be prepared to re- open the flood gates of first impression memories... Nothing like celebrating in the "Rue Montorgueil, Paris" of Monet on Bastille in the summertime, watching the parades under the sea of red, white and blue.
How about that marvelous afternoon trip to Giverny, the quintessential country road lined with Poplar trees waving under the breezy afternoon sun just like the light filtering through the leaves in "The Swing" by Renoir.
The seasons of Sisley who painted clouds in their myriad milky way of blue hues, was as arresting as the realism of Millet in "Spring" and the mythic floor scrapers of Caillebotte who brought Art in the midst of people-- so much so they were given as tokens of appreciation.
Take in the snow with a more contemplative appreciation since you first saw them for the very first time. Monet's essay account here written in purple and white that appears in "The Magpie"-- soulfully enlighten as the light catches on the tree branches and as it peeks through the fences.
If you're in a brooding mood like the rainy week we just had, consider the Spanish influence of Velazquez and Goya on Manet and Whistler-- taking an amorphous black to yards of textures in silken folds as they drape the body like an Ingres. Marvel from the delicate black lace to the diaphanous net of maternal love in Morisot's "The Cradle."
Stroll along a promenade of sepia colored wall panels giving a panoramic view of the Boulevard Capucine (host to numerous Impressionist salon expositions). Enter the main pavilion greeted by the statuesque Venus herself to usher you in the epic battle between Idealistic and Realistic interpretation of Art.
And for those of you who already made that visit, be prepared to re- open the flood gates of first impression memories... Nothing like celebrating in the "Rue Montorgueil, Paris" of Monet on Bastille in the summertime, watching the parades under the sea of red, white and blue.
How about that marvelous afternoon trip to Giverny, the quintessential country road lined with Poplar trees waving under the breezy afternoon sun just like the light filtering through the leaves in "The Swing" by Renoir.
The seasons of Sisley who painted clouds in their myriad milky way of blue hues, was as arresting as the realism of Millet in "Spring" and the mythic floor scrapers of Caillebotte who brought Art in the midst of people-- so much so they were given as tokens of appreciation.
Take in the snow with a more contemplative appreciation since you first saw them for the very first time. Monet's essay account here written in purple and white that appears in "The Magpie"-- soulfully enlighten as the light catches on the tree branches and as it peeks through the fences.
If you're in a brooding mood like the rainy week we just had, consider the Spanish influence of Velazquez and Goya on Manet and Whistler-- taking an amorphous black to yards of textures in silken folds as they drape the body like an Ingres. Marvel from the delicate black lace to the diaphanous net of maternal love in Morisot's "The Cradle."
Marvel at Degas' "The Dancing Lesson" where perhaps a certain homage to Vermeer's "The Girl with a Pearl Earring" was captured as a scene in his own tableau.
These were just a few of many awe inspiring paintings and would surely be a memorable experience as many who have said so. I know, it's been many years since I went and saw these paintings in the Paris, but seeing them again has a new revelation.
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Meus Otium:
Art Belongs to the People!
From the artists of France, the treasures of Musée d'Orsay!
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