Electricity powers lights which, in turn, empower people to walk around (usually safely) after dark. Rue Quincampoix, a medieval street in the Temple area of Paris, never looked like this in any time other than our own. This long narrow street is radiant at night. Lamps and neon flood surrounding stone with pools of coloured light.
This drawing was difficult and I struggled. Yesterday I wrote in my art journal, “The thing has happened where I can – one minute – see it as a success and the next minute, see it as a failure. I cannot tell what’s going on. Maybe I’m nearly there, or there already, or buggered.”
How timely to read last night a quote from “The Private Lives of the Impressionists” by Sue Roe. (page 54). “Cornélie [Berthe Morisot’s mother] observed that Manet was behaving like a madman, one minute convinced the painting was a masterpiece, the next, plunged into despair“. (I call this state of mind Art Hell.)
This is the second time I have drawn rue Quincampoix. If you compare it to the first drawing, below, you can see I’m revisiting Paris with a different mindset now, an impressionistic one.
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