Frouzette And Her Father 1906

Raoul Dufy painted Frouzette and her father with oil on canvas, and the colours just sing, don’t they? It feels like he was really pushing the paint around, not trying to be too precious, just letting the scene emerge through colour. I wonder what it was like for Dufy, standing there, brush in hand, trying to capture that moment. Was he thinking about his own family? About how fleeting these everyday moments are? See how he’s used these blocks of colour? That deep red wardrobe, the cool blue doorway. They create this domestic space, but it’s not sentimental. That thick daub of brown paint that makes up the father’s coat – it’s almost like he's hiding in plain sight, watching over his family, but also somehow separate. Dufy lets the paint do so much of the talking. It feels like an inside joke between painters, this constant exchange of ideas and techniques. Painting isn't just about what we see, it's about how we feel, and how we connect with each other across time.