Welcome to THE EVERYDAY LIVES OF THE FRENCH IMPRESSIONISTS. I am the author of CLAUDE and CAMILLE: A NOVEL OF MONET, the story of the young Claude Monet in his struggling years and his passionate love for his elusive muse Camille. The Boston Globe called it, "AN ENTHRALLING STORY, BEAUTIFULLY TOLD." This blog shares stories about him, his world, and his fellow impressionists, most of which you never knew. Come visit! People who love Impressionism have visited from all around the world.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Cézanne's banker father and lemonade-loving wife
“My wife only cares for Switzerland and lemonade,” Paul Cézanne grumbled before separating from Hortense Fiquet Cézanne; the separation was a pity since their beginnings had been so passionate and clandestine. He was born in 1839 to a wealthy co-founder of a bank, a likely quizzical and stubborn man, whose portrait reading the newspaper painted by his son is one of my favorites. Monsieur Cézanne set Paul to enter the law, but the rebellious boy instead took off to Paris to study art. There, nobody in the art world could comprehend what on earth his painting was about.
At the age of 30 he met the bookseller Hortense and had a devil of a time hiding her from his father, who would of course have stopped his allowance. Poverty and secrecy wore on their relationship, though the young artist finally confessed to his father that he had a wife and son. But when Paul Cézanne’s father died the next year, leaving the artist a wealthy man, Hortense separated from him, leaving Paul to spend the rest of his life painting his beloved Provence mountain and apples and growing into the great artist we know today.
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I'm trying again! I said yesterday that I really enjoy this blog. It's different and speaks to the European girl in me. Montagne Ste Victoire was more constant in Cézanne's life than his lemonade loving wife. :)
ReplyDeleteMaryse aka @Wifsie
I think it was hard to be married to one of the great artists; the art could be like a much loved, or better loved, other woman. I think a woman had to make peace with that but it wasn't easy. Even harder is loving an artist who is not making a living at it yet!
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