Saturday, May 30, 2009
Omnia Mutantur, nil interit
Thinking about Manet all this week, with the scent of peonies, brought to me by one of my oldest friends.
The brief peony was the full bloom of a rose to Manet. "And rose she lived the time of a rose, the space of one morning". I think of Manet's Last Flowers, roughly 20 paintings in all. The last one completed barely two months before his death. He said that an artist can say everything he has to say with "flowers, fruit, and clouds." I am sitting here painting these flowers, of which this blossom whose days of beauty are numbered, as it is with my own life.
These paintings are 40:13 & 14 and are $40 each to the first response.