A window frame stood out on the way to the Musee d' Orsay. Simple, elegant… with a curtain as if a ready made canvas to spark one's imagination… what will the the inner painter create?
Colors rich and thick dabs and swirls, much the same as the bits and pieces of life… one moment leading to another, often uncertain until time gives distance to see the perspective.
In Millet's painting, the far corner shows a still life view of a scissor, a ribbon, a flower, a red pincushion with pins and one needle laced with a single thread. A glimpse, a small view… of a life in progress, working on ideas, hopes and dreams. Becoming little by little. Symbols though small set the stage.
Seldom is life black or white, it is a play of shadow and light dancing together. Movement captured in time, imprinted in our minds. Memories breath, don't they?
Renoir's captures the couple dancing, his brush strokes move up and around their feet, one can see the hem of her white lace dress swoosh.
The rhythm can carry us if we let go and become part of the dance. The recurring pattern- the music, it is the heartbeat.
…though even if we are sitting still the song can still take us somewhere… taking time to see what is at hand, what is around us… what dabs of color have appeared, and symbols have gathered on our path.
Standing in the balance of light and dark is an art.
Ah that inner painter holding, waiting for the desire to lead the way. What color depicts the day? Will one encouraging brush stroke move the scene to a hush blue or a sweet rose?
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a style in which lush harmonies, subtle rhythms, and unusual tonal colors are used to evoke moods and impressions. " Art, music, reflecting life. Life is an artwork, our moods and thoughts the paint brush, the many colors they bring to the canvas, steady, swift, carefree, thoughtful… each moment, each brushstroke a reality unto itself, day by day depicting a full picture. |
Dare to step onto the canvas of your dreams… behold beauty leading you.
Note: Photos taken at the Musee d' Orsay in Paris.
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