Jean Baptiste Camille Corot
No man was ever happier than “le Pere Corot”, the affectionate nickname given to him by all those whom he had befriended and benefited throughout his entire life. He was able to satisfy all of his own human aspirations to the fullest extent, and still, generously share all he had with others. He had more friends than any grand duke, and could honestly be said to have known no enemies. He was so good-hearted toward his fellow man that often when dubious dealers brought him false pictures, he painted new ones for them over the old ones. His spirituality was like that of an innocent child. When asked by one of his good friends about his beliefs in an after-life, he replied earnestly, “Well, at any rate, I hope we shall go on painting up there.”
Beauty to him was always divinely ordained, from nature to Corot’s eyes, from Corot’s eyes to his hands, from Corot’s hands to his canvases. Herein lies the simplest, yet clearest, understanding of the mystical essence we feel within the poetic tones of his paintings.
Corot is perceived by us to be a greater artist than a man, but perhaps that is only because good nature is a characteristic we are not prone to attribute to the great.
Souvenir of Montefontaine 1864
Morning: Dance of the Nymphs 1850
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