Evening in Paris 1911

Pierre Bonnard painted ‘Evening in Paris’ with oils, on canvas. It’s now hanging in the Hermitage. Look at those brushstrokes, they're so loose and alive, right? You can almost feel the movement of the city. Bonnard's all about capturing a fleeting moment, the way light shifts and dances on surfaces. The colours are muted, like a memory fading at the edges. It’s kind of like Bonnard’s saying, hey, art is a process, not just about perfect representation. See how he layers the paint, building up this textured surface? It’s not about hiding the process but making it part of the story. The ground is a muddy yellow that feels like the real Paris, no sunshine. Bonnard reminds me a bit of Vuillard, always capturing those everyday moments, those glances and gestures that make up the poetry of life. It’s all about seeing the world with fresh eyes, embracing the ambiguity, and letting the paint do its thing.