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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Study In Orange And White</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene,<br>but I was still surprised when I found the painting<br>of his mother at the Mus&eacute;e d'Orsay<br>among all the colored dots and mobile brushstrokes<br>of the French Impressionists.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I was surprised to notice<br>after a few minutes of benign staring,<br>how that woman, stark in profile<br>and fixed forever in her chair,<br>began to resemble my own ancient mother<br>who was now fixed forever in the stars, the air, the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can understand why he titled the painting<br>&quot;Arrangement in Gray and Black&quot;<br>instead of what everyone naturally calls it,<br>but afterward, as I walked along the river bank,<br>I imagined how it might have broken<br>the woman's heart to be demoted from mother<br>to a mere composition, a study in colorlessness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the summer couples leaned into each other<br>along the quay and the wide, low-slung boats<br>full of spectators slid up and down the Seine<br>between the carved stone bridges<br>and their watery reflections,<br>I thought: how ridiculous, how off-base.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would be like Botticelli calling &quot;The Birth of Venus&quot;<br>&quot;Composition in Blue, Ochre, Green, and Pink,&quot;<br>or the other way around<br>like Rothko titling one of his sandwiches of color<br>&quot;Fishing Boats Leaving Falmouth Harbor at Dawn.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, as I scanned the menu at the cafe<br>where I now had come to rest,<br>it would be like painting something laughable,<br>like a chef turning on a spit<br>over a blazing fire in front of an audience of ducks<br>and calling it &quot;Study in Orange and White.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But by that time, a waiter had appeared<br>with my glass of Pernod and a clear pitcher of water,<br>and I sat there thinking of nothing<br>but the women and men passing by--<br>mothers and sons walking their small fragile dogs--<br>and about myself,<br>a kind of composition in blue and khaki,<br>and, now that I had poured<br>some water into the glass, milky-green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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