Georges Seurat, 1886. There is a kind of stylised unreality to Seurat’s paintings, and for me in general it is his drawings that are more interesting and infused with being or spirit. The paintings, studiously and carefully created, are more prisoners of Seurat’s personality, his intellectual inclinations and so on, whilst the presumably much more immediate nature of the drawings’ creation allow them a greater freedom from those kind of psychological confines.
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