Charles Lapicque painted Le trieux a Lancerf with what looks like oil paint. It’s like he threw a party and all the colors showed up. Look at those trees. They're not just green; they’re a riot of blues, reds, and purples, like the artist decided to see how many hues he could squeeze onto one branch. I imagine Lapicque, brush in hand, stepping back, squinting, adding a dab of unexpected color. That’s the magic of painting, right? It’s not just about what you see, but how you feel, and how you translate that onto the canvas. I like how he defined the bridge in the distance, a soft structural line that cuts through the soft blocks of color. He was really thinking about color in this period, I get it. We're all just bouncing off each other, from one painting to the next. What's next? Let's keep this conversation going.
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