Garden at Vaucresson
Artist: Edouard Vuillard (French, 1868–1940)
Date: 1920; reworked 1926, 1935, 1936
Medium: Distemper on canvas
Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, NY, United States
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Garden at Vaucresson
Artist: Edouard Vuillard (French, 1868–1940)
Date: 1920; reworked 1926, 1935, 1936
Medium: Distemper on canvas
Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, NY, United States
Two Nudes in a Landscape
Artist: Aristide Maillol (French, 1861-1944)
Date: c. 1895
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Petit Palais Art Museum, Paris, France
Garden at Vaucresson
Artist: Edouard Vuillard (French, 1868–1940)
Date: 1920; reworked 1926, 1935, 1936
Medium: Distemper on canvas
Collection: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, NY, United States
Description
This painting was begun in 1920 at Vaucresson, a residential suburb west of Paris, where Vuillard’s friends Lucy and Josse (Jos) Hessel had recently purchased the house depicted in the background. Jos, a partner in the art firm of Bernheim-Jeune, had become Vuillard's dealer in 1912. His wife was one of Vuillard's great loves; their relationship spanned more than three decades, until the artist's death in 1940. The woman in a housedress standing at right is Lucy's cousin Marcelle Aron. Lucy kneels across from her, at left, camouflaged by one of the large rosebushes that serve as a decorative screen in the foreground.
Ok so… when am I going to get chased by my true love in a labyrinth of rosebushes at night after we snuck out of the ballroom?!?
Splinters of Feelings
I keep catching feelings In the folds of my skin: Underneath my fingernails, Trapped beneath my eyelids
Just like people seeds, or being chained to violinists...
With careful tweezers they're slowly extracted, Securely placed under glass and put On the microscope for later inspection
But for now, they'll stop getting infected.
I keep getting lanced by these splinters of feelings, I keep cutting scars into plastic skin;
Rosebushes aren't meant for smelling - They're made for wading in
Another day at the garden, another lunch break. 🌱