It’s turned a tad bit cool here in central Minnesota. The sun is still warm but the breeze carries cooler air with it. It feels good after the humid part of this month and after dealing with a stubborn sinus infection. The down side of it tells me that summer is ending here on what Miss C refers to as “The Frozen Tundra“. it tells me that I have about 45 more days of decent weather before the inevitable is upon us once again. Ugh!
I am so not ready for that. It seems like it was only the other week where the skies were blue and that icky bad white stuff had finally melted away. I think I’ll smack the first person anywhere near me that I hear talking about pumpkin spice anything.
I don’t like squeaky floors so I’m screwing down the underlayment where the squeaks are. It’s a lot quieter now. The last bit that I need to check will be done today and then it’s just a matter of waiting for someone to show up. I’ll be so happy to see this all done.
Marie Bracquemond (1 December 1840 – 17 January 1916) was a French Impressionist artist, who was described retrospectively by Henri Focillon in 1928 as one of “les trois grandes dames” of Impressionism alongside Berthe Morisot and Mary Cassatt. Her frequent omission from books on artists is sometimes attributed to the efforts of her husband, Félix Bracquemond.
Unlike many of her Impressionist contemporaries, Bracquemond spent a great deal of effort planning her pieces. Even though many of her works have a spontaneous feel, she prepared in a traditional way through sketches and drawings. Although she was overshadowed by her well-known husband, the work of the reclusive Marie Bracquemond is considered to have been closer to the ideals of Impressionism. According to their son Pierre, Félix Bracquemond was often resentful of his wife, brusquely rejecting her critique of his work, and refusing to show her paintings to visitors. In 1890, Marie Bracquemond, worn out by the continual household friction and discouraged by lack of interest in her work, abandoned her painting except for a few private works.