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Cezanne's reaction to the critical and traditional response to his art
scares me. As an introvert, a homebody, and someone who doesn't enjoy
criticism unbridled by tact, sheer accuracy, and comfort, I'd like to think
that if I had been in Cezanne's situation, I wouldn't have isolated myself
to quite that extreme, cutting myself off from everyone but my own small
world.
By 1880, he was living in Aix again, where he had grown up, and had begun
painting some of his most extraordinary work - the chateau noir, the still-lifes,
the bathers. Cezanne painted things deliberately and frequently, planning the
composition and the color carefully. I am nothing like this. Lately, I've not
been painting at all, and when I do, it's like everything else I do: a sloppy
rush, pell-mell at my subject. I plan, but when I do, the plans go out the
window.
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