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khiemtranAfter a particularly trying day at work on Friday, today, I was lucky enough to get a day off to go see Monet and the Impressionists at the Art Gallery of NSW.
There's something I find deeply calming about seeing Impressionist paintings both from a distance and up close. From a distance, they both please and intrigue. Could those colours possibly be real? Just what is it that draws the eye to such a roughly sketched detail? Up-close, they're something else again, especially Monet with his thick textured brushwork. How can such a crude collection of marks make such a vivid impression from a few metres back? Exploring each painting is like solving a sudoku, a little tickle for the brain as well as the senses.
There's something I find deeply calming about seeing Impressionist paintings both from a distance and up close. From a distance, they both please and intrigue. Could those colours possibly be real? Just what is it that draws the eye to such a roughly sketched detail? Up-close, they're something else again, especially Monet with his thick textured brushwork. How can such a crude collection of marks make such a vivid impression from a few metres back? Exploring each painting is like solving a sudoku, a little tickle for the brain as well as the senses.
