Word: monetization
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...impressionist friends, Vincent Van Gogh was a pathetic puzzle. Renoir, Monet and Pissarro all painted nature ripe and smiling in iridescent veils of sunlight, but the touchy, red-bearded Dutchman couldn't manage that; he seemed to be after something different...
There was an Absinthe Drinker reminiscent of Frans Hals, a Spanish Ballet in Goya's broad, fluent style, a flag-decked street brushed loosely and brightly in the manner of Monet,* and a rather plain blonde mooning over a plum in a cafe which Degas might have painted. Their sources were often apparent, but Manet's clean, revealing light raised each picture above the level of imitation and tended to surpass even his chosen masters'. That same light had long made Manet a laughingstock of Paris...
...Impressionist Claude Monet made a point of signing his iridescent canvases of lily pads, meadows and sparkling waves with his first name as well as his last, so as not to be confused with his close friend Manet...
When Renoir wrote those words (in 1882) his deft blottings pleased his impressionist friends but not himself. Like Monet, Sisley and Pissarro, Renoir had learned to see nature as a dazzling cobweb of colored light, where the shapes of things melt and blend like mist. But at 40 the spare, scraggle-bearded painter grew suddenly sick of mistiness, went digging for solid forms. He became a student again, and spent the next two years in life classes, learning to draw...
Gauguin had gone far beyond the hurried lyricism of Claude Monet (whom he once collected), but he seldom banged the brasses like his fellow pioneer Van Gogh. His island landscapes had a muted harmony which reminded U.S. eyes of moist June afternoons seen through Polaroid sunglasses. The honey-colored people who lived in them possessed the gentle strength and warmth of his models, the wooden stiffness and empty-eyed thoughtfulness of their idols. Each painting was an elaborate, somber tapestry of colors that no other artist had yet dared to weave...