I have a dickhead opinion!
(And hi, john....glad you made it over here.
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So, there’s a museum around here that I love and it happens to holds one of the biggest private collections of Renoirs. One reason it makes for a good visit is because it’s small and never crowded and not “guard heavy” and I get to stick my nose up close and examine all the brushstrokes. This one - IMO - is kind of nice. Maybe its because it’s a mother-daughter painting and the child especially, is lovingly rendered.
And because I took this picture, I can zoom in on brushstrokes. Look!
But generally, Renoir doesn’t interest me, despite the fact I’ve been in a huge room filled with nothing but his paintings. I think his work IS sort of too fluffy for my taste and I don’t like Monet either, for the same reason. Or Cassat and Pissarro or Turner. But...a big yes to Manet and Cezanne, Morisot and Degas, and the post-impressionists. I just respond more positively to work that has a bit “more weight”...visually speaking. I like chunkier blocks of color and unnatural outlines more than I respond to a kind of pretty feathery lightness. So shoot me.
It’s funny, but for some reason (based on his work I guess?), I always imagined him as a fat and blubbery guy. But no, because here’s his self-portrait.
I took this picture because HIS picture is surrounded by this gorgeous frame. (Is gorgeous the same as pretty?) And because of this "chunky outline" around his interesting face, I suppose I can say that it's my favorite Renoir.