Showing posts with label Jules Breton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jules Breton. Show all posts

Saturday, January 14, 2017

"Here Comes The Sun"

6 x 8"
oil on panel
sold


Before I started on my 11th painting for the upcoming show, I knew I needed a warm up - choosing one of my personal favorites in the Art Institute of Chicago, Jules Breton's The Song of the Lark.

Breton was a French realist painter, born in 1827.  During his childhood, his father tended land for a rich landowner and this subject matter of his native region was prevalent throughout his painting career. 

The Song of the Lark made news a couple of years ago, in an interview by Bill Murray in the Huffington Post, where he recounted his first experience on a stage, which did not go well.  Murray headed towards Lake Michigan thinking 'If I'm going to die, I might as well go over toward the lake and float a bit."  Before he made it to the lake, he stopped in at the Art Institute of Chicago and saw Breton's painting and he thought "Well there's a girl who doesn't have a whole lot of prospects, but the sun's coming up anyway and she's got another chance at it.  So I think that gave me some sort of feeling that I too am a person and I get another chance everyday the sun comes up."

'Any form of art is a form of power. It has impact, it can affect change - it can not only move us, it makes us move.'   ~  Ossie Davis





Wednesday, January 17, 2007

"Drawn To The Song Of The Lark"

9 x 12"

oil on masonite

sold

I got in a full day of painting today - I love that. This is a piece done for my upcoming show - I really love this one. It's frustrating to know that the photo image doesn't do it justice, as with many paintings. The rich golds in the frame and the painting, next to the aqua blues and warm browns really feels right to me.

I have always admired Jules Breton's painting "The Song of the Lark". I spend years framing the print before I saw it in real life. And wow. To quote a description, "It is said that the artist, Jules Breton, was walking in the fields of France early one morning when suddenly there burst forth the joyous song of a lark singing high in the air. As he looked about him, trying to discover the bird, he soon found it by following the rapt gaze of a peasant girl who had stopped to look and listen. As you know, an English lark sings while flying high in the air instead of in the treetops as other birds do. Its song, too, is longer and far more beautiful than that of our lark, and has been the subject of many poems."

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