I think these paintings very lovely. Recently been searching out books on both Whistler and Sickert and thinking about their links and influences.
At its best, introspective art can amaze: the almost eight-minute long opening shot of Robert Altman’s The Player (1992) is an example I still love to return to. Introspective painting also has the eternal value of historical record, so this weekend I look at two painters who painted painters painting, John Singer Sargent today, and Louis Béroud tomorrow.
Even when he was ‘off duty’ as a portrait painter, Sargent (1856–1925) couldn’t resist painting people. An extremely sociable person who spent much of his career at the height of his profession, he had many friends who were painters, and more than anyone liked to paint those artists at work in the open air.
John Singer Sargent (1856–1925), Claude Monet Painting by the Edge of a Wood (c 1885), oil on canvas, 54 x 64.8 cm, The Tate Gallery (Presented by Miss Emily Sargent and Mrs Ormond through the Art Fund 1925)…
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