Or getting down the amazingly complex performance of sunlight passing through the staves of a fence on a voluminous creased sail mended by half a dozen girls.Įven his scene of labourers in a raisin-packing factory veers away from the social concerns it seemed about to raise – figures jammed together in sweltering darkness – in favour of a bright yellow sunbeam that resembles nothing so much as a two by four plank, laid diagonally across the picture.
In no time he’s back putting on the flash and dash of sunshine skittering across the shallows where several naked boys shine wet as his oleaginous paint.
Photograph: © Fondazione Musei Civici di Veneziaīut Sorolla was not made for sorrow.
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