To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice.
~ Andre Malraux ~
Garden at Vaucresson
by
Edouard Vuillard
It is almost as if the woman, in this painting, were inconsequential, a mere afterthought to the flowers, which dominate the canvas, and draw your eyes in toward what is a maze of not quite defined blooms. There is nothing quite like a walk in a garden, even if only made from tempera.
Art can never existe without naked beauty displaced.
~ William Blake ~
