Self portrait French post-Impressionist artist Georges Seurat was born, December 2, 1859 in Paris, France, at 60 rue de Bondy. ❦ He is best known for devising the painting techniques known as chromoluminarism as well as pointillism. While less famous than his paintings, his conté crayon drawings have also garnered a great deal of critical […]Georges Seurat [1859-1891] — Marina Kanavaki
I’d like to paint the way you write; says Cezanne to Zola. I think there fits also the other way round; I’d like to write the way you paint. It’d be a short post (because my lovely granddaughter Mila will come soon?)I have watched this movie yesterday, though I have recorded some weeks ago and […]Cézanne and I — lampmagician
*Cezanne is probably my favourite artist. A book about him.
Marie Bracquemond (1 December 1840 – 17 January 1916) was a French Impressionist artist, who was described retrospectively by Henri Focillon in 1928 as one of “les trois grandes dames” of Impressionism alongside Berthe Morisot and Mary Cassatt. Her frequent omission from books on artists is sometimes attributed to the efforts of her husband, Félix […]Art Sunday: Marie Bracquemond – Under the Lamp — Random Writings on the Bathroom Wall
*Impressionism radically changed the way we view the world.
Danish-French Impressionist and Neo-Impressionist painter Camille Pissarro was born, July 10, 1830, on the island of St Thomas* *now in the US Virgin Islands, but then in the Danish West Indies ❦ Pissarro was a key figure in the history of Impressionism. He was the only artist to show his work in all eight Impressionist […]
Another Monet inspired work, oils on stretched canvas. I love the way many of the impressionists played with light and shade and the various techniques they employed to achieve it.
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Here is one of my completed paintings, inspired by French artist Monet, probably my favourite impressionist.
As they say about art and creation in general, it is about 5% inspiration and 95% perspiration… certainly the case with this example.
This original oil painting is on stretched canvas, see above link for details.
Other paintings will appear in my portfolio in due course.
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Why Do I Paint? Cezanne – that’s why
This is the question which I often ask myself. It’s not that I have dedicated my life to painting or art. I have had to hold down jobs, most of which I have not liked. There have been long periods when I haven’t picked up a pencil, let alone a brush.
Some people went to art college, got a degree, forged a career which seems to have had a defined course throughout. That wasn’t my experience. Yes, I went to art college for around a year, but I didn’t like it. I tried to get on to degree courses but such work I had produced was not impressive, I have to admit. Yet, periodically, I knew I wanted to paint. Even as a child, I knew painting or art or writing poems were a part of my make-up, however strange that make-up was.
However, another growing realisation was that I was essentially a loner. Yes, I am married, have a son, but despite all that, aren’t we still alone? The greatest struggle is with ourselves.
Perhaps painting cannot be taught. Looking back, I don’t feel I picked up anything useful from all those years learning about how to paint or draw. They can teach you about techniques, styles, movements, the lives of great painters. Nevertheless, I have always found the latter the most interesting and inspiring.
The great southern French painter Cezanne was always a firm favourite of mine. I remember reading a biography of him when I was doing A-level art. It fascinated me, his character, his mentality, which despite our very differing backgrounds, seemed oddly familiar. I was also intrigued by his friendship with the French writer Emile Zola and their eventual estrangement.
Cezanne, like me, often felt isolated, something which does afflict creatives. Looking at his work from its dark, tentative beginnings, you can see a man struggling with himself, his father, his friends, his contemporaries, seemingly the whole world (although it has to be said that perhaps Van Gogh’s life is the most extreme example of this). For me, it was Cezanne’s life which encapsulated my own artistic experience. We are all alone, all of us, whatever we do, but the creative person, whether he paints or writes, feels this most deeply. It’s almost as if you turn in on yourself — and what I see isn’t always very pretty. Too much self-examination, I have heard it said, is not good for us. For me, the act of creation is the happiest and also the most depressing place to be, where you stare yourself directly in the face, which is sometimes good, sometimes bad. No doubt there are creative people out there who do find it easy to socialise, who are fun to be with, who can interact successfully. Despite my growing interest in the social media environment, which is often engaging and helpful, I am not one of these people. It is a realisation which comes to me time and time again. A truth about facing the fact of who I am.
So, it is only in the last few years, in my middle-age, where I have really taken up the brush with any gusto, or confidence. Yet the doubts persist. Memories of parents saying you can’t earn a living from painting or writing. And of course, their words were true. Then there’s the look in people’s faces when you tell them what you do, or what you intend to do. At such times, like now, I see a picture of myself, alone. It is an image that I have grown accustomed to, yet even after all this time, I am never comfortable with it.
I would never compare myself to any great painter in terms of ability. I can only stand back and admire Cezanne, Monet or Turner. Yet I can identify intimately with their interior struggles.
© article and image copyright dfbarker 2012
I have been a member of the Woodland Trust for many years and so was very pleased that they planted a wood within half a mile of my house.
This mixed media painting was completed using sketches I made in July 2001. They had been lying about for ages until I came across them this year. Needless to say, due to the maturity of the wood, this view does not exist anymore!
Well, unlikely scoreline, perhaps, especially as Flanders isn’t ‘officially’ a country but in the Renaissance stakes, as in who were the greatest in terms of painting and artistic influence, well, maybe Flanders just edges it. Not that I could emulate either as my style owes far more to more recent trends in art, like impressionism. Take a look, won’t you?
I have always had a thing about Turner and Cezanne. The former, the archetypal Englishman with a love of Venice, amongst other things. The latter, southern French who somehow painted with… girders. Bathers with girders.
When I look at a Turner, it looks as though he’s lost control but has got it back with a brushstroke or two, just enough to make it. Genius really. With Cezanne you can almost feel his struggle, the endless hours.
Who am I most like? I would like to say Turner, naturally. He was English, a natural. However, perhaps I can relate more to Cezanne. There’s something about him, his friendship with Zola, those dozens of painting of Mont Sainte Victoire, seeing something different at different times of day. Turner and Cezanne were both groundbreaking geniuses: If I could have just a touch of their ability, I would be satisfied.
And another thing. Look out for A3 size paintings on ebay and elsewhere, that’s 297mm x 420mm in new money.