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I guessed Sisley, then checked:

Sisley was exclusively a landscape painter, who, in the line of Corot, and with Monet, best sought and succeeded in expressing the most subtle nuances of nature in Impressionist landscapes.

British by his birth and his nationality, though he lived in France, he is also in the tradition of Constable, Bonington and Turner.
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In 1864, at the same time as his friends, he leaves the School of Fine Arts at the moment Charles Gleyre ceases teaching there, and devotes himself to painting in open air in the area of Fontainebleau, at Chailly-en-Bière, then in Marlotte from 1865 to 1866, while living thanks to financial support which his father offers to him.

http://www.impressionniste.net/sisley_alfred.htm



Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.
by Ted Welch (tedwelch-at-mac-dot-com) on Sat Nov 10th, 2007 at 05:42:31 AM EST
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Hi Ted. Sisley is correct. The town is Moret-sur-Loing. The scene I posted is of a lovely spot in the middle of the town taken from the bridge over the Loing. I couldn't post a larger version of the photo yesterday but my brother-in law later allowed me to load Picasa to his computer.
Here's the 600 mpx version:



Hey, Grandma Moses started late!

by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Sat Nov 10th, 2007 at 08:26:18 AM EST
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By the way. Sisley lived in Moret from 1880 until his death in 1899.

Hey, Grandma Moses started late!
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Sat Nov 10th, 2007 at 08:38:43 AM EST
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And sadly:

With Sisley disappeared the only great Impressionist painter who did not meet success in his lifetime, in spite of moral and financial support offered to him by art dealers Paul Durand-Ruel and George Petit, and their efforts to have his work exhibited in Paris and abroad.

However, a year after his death, his painting "Flood at Port-Marly" (Orsay Museum - Paris) reached a high bidding at the Tavernier sale of March 6, 1900, while being sold to Count Isaac de Camondo. The success, which had been denied to Sisley during his life, stuck thus to his name as of the year following his death.

http://www.impressionniste.net/sisley_alfred.htm



Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.
by Ted Welch (tedwelch-at-mac-dot-com) on Sat Nov 10th, 2007 at 01:16:58 PM EST
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It is sad indeed that Sisley was so poorly treated, but not, alas, unique. Whether it reflects great artists or personal relationships, you often only realise their true value once they are irretrievably lost.
I think there is (certainly in UK general populus ) a complete lack of regard for creative endeavour. Is it lack of eye-opening education, being fed a constant stream of pap on mainstream TV, or a cynicism about all those "great works" (eg, a crack in the floor at Tate Modern)?
Probably a mix of all those things. I was photographing a live music event this week, and a third of the audience in the bar listenened, and two thirds laughed, talked, shouted, and generally behaved as if this was a rugby club bar. That there were young people on stage giving it their all got little respect or even recognition.
This is after all the Tesco Generation, they wanted choice, sadly they haven't the intellect to use that choice wisely.
As you see, Grumpy Old Man mode tonight.
Photographed some Sickert paintings once... dark grey and darker green. He must have been a bundle of laughs...

:)

N

f8; and be there...

by Nigel CheffersHeard (nigelch(at)cheffers(dot)co(dot)uk) on Sat Nov 10th, 2007 at 04:10:55 PM EST
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I was photographing a live music event this week, and a third of the audience in the bar listenened, and two thirds laughed, talked, shouted, and generally behaved as if this was a rugby club bar. That there were young people on stage giving it their all got little respect or even recognition.

ah yes...as an occasional performer of live music myself, there are two ways to look at this phenomenon, imo.

first is, only great bands can shut up the oiks, as slowly the latter become aware that history is being written in front of their ears ( i saw this happen in london frequently during the 60's), and eventually the boorish element is displaced by fans...

second, there is a race of morons who actually have no interest in (supporting) live music per se, and just use it as a backdrop for their own egos to act out...

as in doing an acoustic gig, and having a couple sit at the nearest table in front of me and commence to have loud and stupid conversation.

they want the heat without the light!

also england is a particular country in its peoples' enjoyment of inflicting disdain, while affecting diffidence.

on the continent people are less embarrassed to take the risk of wholeheartedly liking something.

~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~

by melo (melometa4(at)gmail.com) on Mon Nov 12th, 2007 at 03:26:24 AM EST
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