9 March 2010. Nicola tucking herself in next to my side, down the bed just at dawn. First light in eastern sky, line of hills...
Serov's drawing of Pushkin, imagined on a bench in a park (Mikhailovskoe?), from 1899. The artist was 34--a good year to tackle the very icon of Russian literary culture. Casual, light touch throughout--but not unstudied. How many Madonna's in that upward gaze? And yet the effect is one of youth--self-assured, but more pensive than cocky. Wind in the trees, line of distant hills...a Russian setting to be sure.
Talking about Sargeant--with Midgette, half a century ago. The same questions--a discipline of immediacy, lost in all forced resolution. Bonnard's sustain--he'd begin from the motif, which, once registered, could endure a lifetime...
Almond tree in early spring...adding that touch of...
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