Claude Monet
Claude MonetClaude Monet is a man who colors pursue like a constant worry, even worrying him in his sleep.
Color is short-lived. Light is always running on in a way that color, any color, lasts a second, sometimes 3 or 4 minutes at most.
Impressionism is about intentionally forgetting about objects entirely (about the sky and trees and so forth) and simply saying to oneself 'here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow' and painting it just as it looks to oneself, the exact color and shape until it gives a naive impression of the scene before oneself.
Impressionism is about simply looking at what the universe shows one and letting one's brush bear witness to it.
Impressionism is a recognition in painting that the light constantly changes, altering the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.
Impressionism is the idea that to see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.
Impressionism is a movement whose theory can be found on the order of 90% in Ruskin's Elements.
Impressionism is the idea that a landscape does not exist in its own right since its appearance changes at any moment.
Impressionism is concerned with painting directly from nature with the aim of conveying one's impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.
Impressionism simply boils down to direct sensation, and as such, all great painters were less or more impressionists.
Impressionism is an art which it is not necessary to understand, per se; it is simply necessary to love.
Impressionism is a movement that sees light as a constantly changing terrifying thing which forces one at moments to use appalling colors.
Painting is about painting what one really sees, not what one thinks one ought to see... not the object isolated as in a test tube, but the object enveloped in sunlight and atmosphere, with the blue dome of Heaven reflected in the shadows.
Painting is grounded in the recognition that the light constantly changes, and that it alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.
Sexuality is nothing other than the place of infinite contingency in the body (contingency that there is sexuality in the first place, that there are two sexes rather than one, that one falls on one side rather than the other).
