#ceramic vase

Ceramic vase with seahorse design by Hellkatclub

Acrylic on canvas , 150 x 200 cm.

Lovely shades of blue

candle holder after glaze firing :-)

A miniature pottery vase

1909 Mildred Lovett

Before he was Matisse - before the cut-outs, before the chapel at Vence, before he became shorthand for joy - he was a twenty-year-old law clerk in Saint-Quentin, bedridden for nearly a year after an appendicitis operation in 1890. His mother brought him a box of paints to pass the time. He later said it felt like being shown paradise. That convalescence rewired everything. The young man who was supposed to practice law never went back. And for the next six decades, painting became the act that kept him alive - sometimes literally. Look at "Flowers" and you can feel the directness of someone who never took the practice for granted. That round-bellied ceramic jug sits just left of center, unpretentious, the kind of vessel you grab from a kitchen shelf. The blooms - cadmium red, bright yellow, bursts of orange - push outward and upward against a deep petrol-green background. Behind them, bare canvas glows through the thin paint like a window left open. Matisse didn't fill that space. He let the raw linen breathe, as if the light itself was enough. The brushwork is fast and open - you can follow individual strokes through the leaves. On the right side, a deep reddish-brown shadow swallows most of the wall, and the painting doesn't fight it. The flowers hold their own against it, reds and yellows burning brighter for the darkness around them. Quelle: meisterdrucke.com

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