We All Fall In Love Sometimes
August-Pierre Renoir is one of those painters that stands like magnificent examples of that great art is all about. Still, Renoir had doubts about how to best express himself, suggesting to us—the ordinary people—that even the masters don’t see things as clearly as posterity seems to suggest.
William Blake is an enigmatic person to me. I have to confess, I initially thought he was foremost a poet, but it turns out he executed some rather mysterious pictures. It is hard to imagine how a life such as his must have been.
I find this to be a highly intriguing painting. The extremely confident protagonist is actually quite inspiring, a painting—I think—to keep in mind when times are low. Each beginning entails new hope, new horizons, and new possibilities.
Some paintings are just illustrations. This is one such painting.
The scene in this painting can easily be dismissed as something trivial, as an everyday happening. But (with some imagination) it might just as well serve as a reflection of something deeper.
