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Impressionists

They played with wild abandon the colours splashing over canvas in thalo greens, crimsons, and cobalt blues they struggled hard and lived frugally well aware of the tints and hues of life... Monet and like minded creativly blessed helped to shape our idea of art our impressions from which cubism had to depart- my love is for those flowers that burst onto the scene golden stamins and a beautiful blue that you might only seem as in a dream... they stand regal and marvelous in my minds eye beautifullly tall as hummingbirds they call- These impressionists felt rather than thought expressed their hearts and souls on a canvas of white taking us places where sometimes was a bit of a fright such as the silent scream that talks to my core of the chilling world and much much more.

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