Crozant, Pont Charraud 1903

Armand Guillaumin painted 'Crozant, Pont Charraud' with visible brushstrokes, in greens, violets, and blues, giving the impression of a hazy, dreamy landscape. I imagine Guillaumin standing en plein air, trying to capture the light shifting across the hills. He’s layering the paint, almost like he's sculpting the scene rather than just depicting it. Those short, choppy strokes feel so physical, like he’s wrestling with the canvas, trying to pin down the fleeting beauty of the landscape. Look at that bridge – it’s not just a bridge; it’s a gesture, a mark of human presence amidst the wildness of nature. It reminds me a little of Cézanne, this idea of building up form with color, but Guillaumin's got his own thing going on. It is not just about representing a place, but about feeling it, breathing it in, and letting it seep into the paint. Painting is so cool like that.