For two days I have been looking again at the paintings of Henri Matisse (1869-1954), which are available in Wikiart – almost 1000. I can’t stop marvelling at how so many of his works are among my favourite paintings.
I like Henri Matisse works from all periods of his life – his youth entry into the deep forest of art, his fruitful Parisian period, when he created his name of a great artist with an own style, his work from the period in Nice, his unusual and so memorable works with cut paper.
I can stop wondering how deeply his works touch me. They provoke my deepest emotions. Sometimes they make me happy. Sometimes they make me sad. They make me intensively think and ask questions.
Most of his life Matisse spent in southern France, on the French Riviera where he moved in 1917 year. The road of olive trees is painted in 1920 year.
I love olive trees. I love their softness and the flexibility of their curves. I like the way they reflect the wind in their poses.
The road passes through an olive grove, but only the trees near it are on the painting. The trees on both sides of the road are slightly inclined to the left. Probably the sea is to the right of the grove and the wind has blown from the sea for decades.
The trees on both sides of the road seem to be trying to talk each to other.
Do you feel how the trees on the left whisper something to that on the right? Both rows seem to want to touch each other, but they can’t. Even their shadows can’t.
Are the white, yellow and green on the ground reflections of the sunlight or rather, the moon is peeping between the tree branches?
There are many functions of art. One such function is to provoke us to think and feel.
Great artists are therefore great because their paintings seem to perform this function so well that their works make us feel real and bring us back to the roots of ourselves.
You may have a look at his works in Wikiart.