with a crackle
the doe plucks her breakfast –
a raven takes flight
Linked to Carpe Diem #676: Orchard, where Camille Pissarro is today’s inspiration.
Rather than re-post what our host Chèvrefeuille shared, I ask you to read his original post. Hopefully since Pissarro studied under Courbet he wouldn’t mind sharing the feature photo. 😉
Camille Pissarro can be considered the father of Impressionism, and he was a father-figure to so many young and talented artists. He crossed paths with SO many magnificent artists over his lifetime – Gustave Courbet, Georges Seurat, Paul Cezanne, Paul Gauguin, Pierre August Renoir, Vincent Van Gogh, Claude Monet, Edouard Manet, Edgar Degas, Mary Cassatt … and the list goes on and on.
And – Pissarro saw the genius in Vincent Van Gogh long before many others did:
“In 1884, art dealer Theo van Gogh asked Pissarro if he would take in his older brother, Vincent, as a boarder in his home. Lucien Pissarro wrote that his father was impressed by Van Gogh’s work and had “foreseen the power of this artist”, who was 23 years younger. Although Van Gogh never boarded with him, Pissarro did explain to him the various ways of finding and expressing light and color, ideas which he later used in his paintings, notes Lucien.”
It’s also inspiring that – like Monet – Pissarro refused to let old age and poor vision stop him from painting:
“In his older age Pissarro suffered from a recurring eye infection that prevented him from working outdoors except in warm weather. As a result of this disability, he began painting outdoor scenes while sitting by the window of hotel rooms. He often chose hotel rooms on upper levels to get a broader view. He moved around northern France and painted from hotels in Rouen, Paris, Le Havre and Dieppe. On his visits to London, he would do the same.”
And for today, our host shares these modern haiku:
Heavy rain all night—
with closed eyes I see
the orchard, the dripping leaves.
born again every year.
I welcome the blossoms
© Herman van Rompuy
(former president of the EU)
And at last, here are Chèvrefeuille’s haiku:
in the backyard of my granddad
the old orchard
harvesting the ripe olives
to make oil
Totally unrelated to the post but it was beautiful so — there you go. 😉