Petit bassin près de la tonnelle sud de Marquayrol c. 1920

Henri Martin painted this with tiny confetti-like strokes of green, brown, and yellow, like the pointillists, but somehow warmer. I imagine him outside, squinting in the sun, feeling a connection with this garden. Look how all these little strokes pile up! It's not just a picture; it's an object built from color, and the whole scene shimmers with light and texture. I can almost feel the sun on my skin and the cool, damp air rising from the pond. What I love about painting is how it lets you slow down and really see. Martin wasn't just painting a landscape; he was exploring the act of seeing itself. You know, it makes me think about other painters, like Bonnard, who also used color to create these dreamy, immersive worlds. I think artists are always in conversation with each other, picking up on ideas and pushing them further. It's like a big, ongoing game of telephone, with each artist adding their own twist. Painting is such a mystery. It’s like trying to capture a feeling that escapes you, and the best you can do is make a world of questions.