There is a strong sense of community and friendship that comes through that painting. He accomplished so much in his short life. Tuberculous was a terrible disease. I understand that even at the end he was clutching a paint brush and painting imaginary painting in the air. A wonderful tribute, Marina!
While I’d heard of Watteau, I knew almost nothing about him. Your comment in your earlier post about his short life sent me to Wikipedia, where I found that he “spent his last few months on the estate of his patron, Abbé Haranger, where he died in 1721, perhaps from tuberculous laryngitis, at the age of 36. The Abbé said Watteau was semi-conscious and mute during his final days, clutching a paint brush and painting imaginary paintings in the air.”
There is a strong sense of community and friendship that comes through that painting. He accomplished so much in his short life. Tuberculous was a terrible disease. I understand that even at the end he was clutching a paint brush and painting imaginary painting in the air. A wonderful tribute, Marina!
Amazing, isn’t it? A man with a bursting imagination. If only he lived longer. Thank you, my dearest Rebecca! 🤗
Just beautiful, Marina! Thanks for sharing and have a lovely day, my friend. xoxo
Thank you, my dear Lauren!
You too have a beautiful day!
xoxoxoxoxoxo
While I’d heard of Watteau, I knew almost nothing about him. Your comment in your earlier post about his short life sent me to Wikipedia, where I found that he “spent his last few months on the estate of his patron, Abbé Haranger, where he died in 1721, perhaps from tuberculous laryngitis, at the age of 36. The Abbé said Watteau was semi-conscious and mute during his final days, clutching a paint brush and painting imaginary paintings in the air.”
A painter in every moment of his life…
If only he lived longer.
They are beautiful paintings.
I agree! Thank you, Tim!