#monet's berth

[zhalfirin]

Call me by your name - André Aciman

Materials used:

cover binders board (1,5mm) bookcloth (uncoated) velours paper (inlay, laser printed) cover and spine title hotstamped inner book original paperback copy coloured paper with gold applications (endpapers) book companion: Postcard ‘Monet’s Berth’ white photo board, laser printed with picture of Monet’s View of Bordighera, retro print of an italian postcard), edges worn and dusted for ‘wear’

See WIP pictures here

[lionofchaeronea]

The Cherry Tree, Berthe Morisot, 1891

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

art history moodboard – sea and sky in impressionism

for @brambleberrycottage 💙

visit the art museum

Sea at Pourville – Claude Monet // The Cliff, Étretat, Sunset – Claude Monet // Seascape – Pierre-Auguste Renoir // The Cliff Walk at Pourville – Claude Monet // On the Beach – Berthe Morisot // View at Guernsey – Pierre-Auguste Renoir // Surf, Isles of Shoals – Childe Hassam // The West Wind, Isle of Shoals – Childe Hassam // Cliffs at Étretat – Lilla Cabot Perry

[itsybitsy-arthistory]

National Gallery of Art, Impressionism: Paris 1874

[thelastofthebookworms]

I could only put 9 names here so I tried not to include neo-impressionist and post-impressionist artists here.

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[brooklynmuseum]

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[theeyesofthestorm]

reblogging impressionists to manifest spring

[pearlsoflongago]

March Botanicals

A Glory of New Blooms

Jonquilles by Claude Monet

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.

—Robert Herrick

Basket of Primulas by Koloman Moser

Primroses in the Wood Appear

Primroses in the woods appear Their sulphur coloured flowers Are the wan heralds of the year In March's varying hours

And by the mossy hedge they spring In sulphur shining bloom What time the thrush begins to sing And sallow catkins come

Beneath the white thorn vivid green How beautiful they look Maple and hazle bush beturns Beside the gulphing brook

How sweetly shine the fairey flowers Near gravel paved streams Foretelling Aprils dewy showers As rich as Julias dreams

Green linnets peck the pated flowers In March's kindling vest I'll crop some blooms in these wild hours For Julia's happy breast

—John Clare

Girl by a Flowering Hawthorn Bush by Carl Larsson

Down Here the Hawthorn

Down here the hawthorn.... And a stir of wings, Spring-lit wings that wake Sudden tumult in the brake, Tumult of blossom tide, tumult of foaming mist Where the bright bird's tumultuous feathers kissed. White mists are blinding me, White mist of hedgerow, white mist of wings. Down here the hawthorn And a stir of wings.... Softly swishing, swift with spray All along the green laneway Dewdimmed, sunwashed, windsweet and winter-free They flash upon the light, They swing across the sight, I cannot see, I cannot see!... Down here the flowering hawthorn flings Sleet of petals, petalled shells Spread the coloured air that sings Magic and a myriad spells Spun by my count of Springs. Down here the hawthorn.... And the flower-foam stirred By a Spring-lit bird. White hawthorn mist is blinding me. I lower my gaze, and on this old Brown bridle road Crusted with golden moss and mould The hedgerow flings Lush carpetings, Blossom woven carpetings light lain Under the farmer's lumbering load; And, floating past the spent March wrack, The footstep trail, the traveller's track.     Down here the hawthorn.... White mists are blinding me, White mists that rime the fresh green bank Where fernleaf-fall And sorrel tall Upwaving, rank on rank, Shall flush the bed whereon the windflowers sank. I turn these Spring-bewildered eyes of mine, I seek above the surf of hedgerow line Where peeping branches reach, and reaching twine Faint cherry or plum or eglantine. But with pretence of whisperings The year's young mischief-wind shall take By storm these shy striplings, And soon or later shake Their slender limbs, and make Free with their clinging may-- Strip from them in a single boisterous day Their first and last vesture of pale bloom spray. So, as to meet such lack In bush or brack, The kindly hedgerows make Sure of a Springtime for these frailer things, Shedding on each the lavish creamthorn flake.     Down here the hawthorn.... On all the green leaf-clusters round me clings Thickly a spray of gentle blossomings Everywhere as with many bells The young year with white magic swells. The morning rings. White mist is blinding me, I cannot see, I cannot see! Blind grows the coloured air that sings The marvel of a myriad spells Spun by my count of Springs. Sleet of petals, petalled shells Falling with sudden poignancy (As the sleet stings) Upon the lightheart-hope which only clear sight knows. And slowly drifts, Lingering among the snows Nor, though the snow lifts, Ever goes The wistful heartache as the fresh Spring flows With slipping sureness to the time of the rose, and the withered rose.     Down here the hawthorn.... And heaping blossom stirred By a joy-swift bird. White mists are blinding me, White mist of hedgerow, white mist of wings. The bird's flight flings Deep carpetings Over the wrack Of my life's track.     Down here the hawthorn.... The air of coloured years is blurred By the Spring, by a bird. White mists are blinding me, White mists on the years to be. I cannot see, I cannot see....

—Thomas Moult

Daffodils by Berthe Morisot

[fuzzysparrow]

Berthe Morisot

Until 10th September 2023, Dulwich Picture Gallery is hosting the first major UK exhibition of a trailblazing Impressionist since 1950. Lesser known than her male contemporaries, Berthe Morisot helped found the Impressionist group and was featured in many of the group’s exhibitions. As a woman, she defied social norms and demonstrated an original artistic vision, which inspired and influenced…

[diemelusine]

Jeune fille au bal (1875) by Berthe Morisot. Musée Marmottan Monet.

[madamemorisot]

On returning to Paris Berthe wrote to Monet:

“It.is true, my dear Monet, that I  appear to have forgotten you, but this is only an appearance for I  have thought of you a great deal throughout theweek of the re- opening of the Luxembourg, and every morning  hoped that you would come to dinner. It is this hope that stopped me from giving you my impressions as soon as possible; and I owed them to you. Incidentally, they are absolutely identical with yours, as regards both the “Olympia” and that strange museum devoted to French art. It seems to me impossible that the “Olympia” should not be transferred to the Louvre, for this painting is simply admirable, and the public seems to be beginning to realize this. At all events we have come a long way from the kind of stupid jokes that used to be made about the picture.”

[roseandgold137]

HI I'M THE TALIA ANON!!!

honestly the explanation of imitating photos makes so much sense as to why I love them so much. it gives talia life. i'm a dancer and I know how hard it is to get a photo where i'm not just a jumble of limbs blurred together. so when I do get a clear photo it makes it more precious in a way? like kinda like a secret between the dancer and the viewer, the photographer caught me just in time to catch my essence before i'm doing the next thing. the way you draw makes it look like I looked up from doing something and I was lucky enough to see talia.

you know i always wanted to take a course in art history, but I never did. i think I might search up the art movement you were talking about because I think I'll really like it.

i feel like i read a comic that said that talia did ballet, but I cannot remember which comic it was. i can't find any courses online that talk about her being a ballerina, but I've been seeing so much ballet stuff since it's the holidays so can I request a ballerina!Talia.It doesn't have to be Nutcracker if you don't want to! Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Don Quixote, or some other ballet, choose your pick.

that description is so beautiful… a good photographer is so invaluable and a good subject is indispensable, and when both work in tandem the results are just mwah,, also please do research Impressionism you won’t regret it fr. One of my favourite Impressionists is Berthe Morisot, she was the first and only female impressionist to exhibit in the first ever impressionist exhibition, alongside more well-known artists such as Monet, her paintings are truly beautiful and she had a wonderfully distinct style

Art rants aside, here’s a ballerina Talia! Not sure where the reference I chose was from, but the feather head dress makes me think it could have been a swan lake :)

[paintingslaurlikes]

Berthe Morisot. Paule Gobillard Painting. 1887. Oil on canvas. Musée Marmottan Monet, Paris.

[itsybitsy-arthistory]

National Gallery of Art, Impressionism: Paris 1874

[detournementsmineurs]

"Jeune Fille Endormie" de François Boucher (1703-1770) à l'exposition "Berthe Morisot et l'Art du XVIIIe siècle" au Musée Marmottan Monet, Paris, février 2024.

[aletdownsquid]

"Impressionism was not greeted with love at the outset. In 1874, the first Impressionist exhibition was derided in the press as a “vexatious mystification for the public, or the result of mental derangement.” A reviewer called Paul Cézanne “a sort of madman, painting in a state of delirium tremens,” while Berthe Morisot was privately advised by her former teacher to “go to the Louvre twice a week, stand before Correggio for three hours, and ask his forgiveness.” The very term Impressionism was born as a diss, a mocking allusion to Monet’s shaggy, atmospheric painting of the Le Havre waterfront, Impression, Sunrise (1872). Few people saw affability: In 1874, the term commonly applied to Monet and his ilk was “intransigent.”"