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A builder. A rough and ready plasterer. A colour grinder. He Courbet i — Paul Cézanne

"A builder. A rough and ready plasterer. A colour grinder. He Courbet is like a Roman bricklayer. And yet hes another true painter. Theres no one in this century that surpasses him. Even though he rolls up his sleeves, plugs up his ears, demolishes columns, his workmanship is classical!.. .His view was always compositional. His vision remained traditional. Like his palette-knife, he used it only out of doors. He was sophisticated and brought his work to a high finish.. .His great contribution is the poetic introduction of nature - the smell of damp leaves, mossy forest cuttings - into nineteenth century painting; the murmur of rain, woodlands shadows, sunlight moving under trees. The sea. And snow, he painted snow like no one else!"
Paul Cézanne
Paul Cézanne
Paul Cézanne
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Paul Cézanne was a French Post-Impressionist painter whose work introduced new modes of representation, influenced avant-garde artistic movements of the early 20th century and formed the bridge between late 19th-century Impressionism and early 20th-century Cubism.

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