The acid-green (is that chartreuse?), the pink, the deep indigo blue...hmmm hmm to be able to capture it all in paint.
Edouard Manet, White Peony Branches and Secateurs, 1864, Musee d'Orsay
Not the best photograph of the work, but I love the way he captured those fleshy globes of flower.
Thinking more about Manet- while not a huge fan of Impressionists in general (though how can anyone be totally cold to their charms, except maybe to Renoir, who brings out an ick response in me) I have always loved Manet. There's an astringency there that cuts through the gloppiness that seems to mire most Impressionists. Manet , Cezanne- now there's a bracing whiff of turpentine, enough to chase any sentiment from the room.
Ah, if I didn't have a life, I'd go paint.
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