Gustave Loiseau painted this landscape, Spring, with oil on canvas, sometime in the early 20th century. Look at the way he builds up the colours with all those tiny strokes, like he’s knitting the picture together, one dab at a time. It's like he’s trying to catch the light as it dances across the scene. The surface has a real texture to it; you can almost feel the roughness of the brushstrokes. The colours are soft and hazy, all muted greens, pinks, and blues. See that tree on the right? The way Loiseau paints those delicate branches, it’s like they’re reaching out to touch you. Each little flick of paint feels so deliberate. The process isn’t hidden, it's celebrated! I’m reminded of Camille Pissarro, with that same interest in everyday scenes and broken brushwork. Like Pissarro, Loiseau shows us that art isn’t about perfect representation. It’s about capturing a feeling, a moment, an atmosphere. It’s like he’s inviting us to step into the painting and breathe in the fresh spring air.