- Cezanne -
I was thirteen the first time I fell in love with Cezanne. It was a painting of the
Chateau Noir, and I couldn't stop staring. It was the golden ghost of the house, high
on the hill that captured my eye. I spent months trying to duplicate that layered brush
work, to capture the rocky cliffs and dark brush, to make my sky smolder like his.
I dream in Cezanne - the rich muted colors fill my world at night, infinitely deep shadows
of slate blue and loamy browns. I dreamt of apples last night: rich, round, and shadowy...
Cezanne suddenly appears at the most pivotal points in my life, in those times where
pivotal and life-changing decisions are made, Cezanne appears on my monitor, in my books,
and in my thoughts.
This is my story. This is how I connect with Cezanne.