Le Pont du Labastide-du-Vert c. 1900 - 1905

Henri Martin made *Le Pont du Labastide-du-Vert* using tiny little brushstrokes of paint. It’s like he's building the whole world out of these colorful specks, a mosaic of dabs, a dance of colour. Look closely, you can almost feel the texture. It's not about hiding the process; it's about celebrating it. See how the colors mix in your eye rather than on the canvas, creating this shimmering, almost dreamlike effect? My gaze keeps returning to that bridge, a pale, solid form that anchors the whole composition. But then, even the bridge dissolves into these flecks of color, like everything else. It reminds me a bit of Seurat, but with a warmer, more human touch. It’s like Martin is whispering, "Hey, look at this beautiful world, built one tiny moment at a time." And isn’t that what painting, and life, is all about?