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Expressionism Symbolism Fauvism Cubism The Blue Rider Die Brucke Bauhaus. Symbolism Fauvism Cubism The Blue Rider Die Brucke Bauhaus. Luxe, calme et volupte Henri Matisse 1904-05. The Open Window Henri Matisse 1905. Portrait of Mme. Matisse / The Green Line Henri Matisse
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Expressionism Symbolism Fauvism Cubism The Blue Rider Die Brucke Bauhaus
Symbolism Fauvism Cubism The Blue Rider Die Brucke Bauhaus
Luxe, calme et volupte Henri Matisse 1904-05
The Open Window Henri Matisse 1905
Portrait of Mme. Matisse / The Green Line Henri Matisse 1905
Woman with the Hat Henri Matisse 1905
Le Bonheur de vivre Henri Matisse 1905
Blue Nude: Memory of Biskra Henri Matisse 1907
Reclining Nude Henri Matisse 1906
Le Luxe II Henri Matisse 1907
London Bridge Andre Derain 1906
Prostitute Before a Mirror Georges Rouault 1906
The Old King Georges Rouault 1916
Young Lady with an Umbrella Lumiere brothers 1906
In My Room: A Collection of My Racing Cars Jaques-Henri Lartigue 1906
Harmony in Red Henri Matisse 1908
Dance II Henri Matisse 1909
Music Henri Matisse 1909
Music Henri Matisse 1909
The Red Studio Henri Matisse 1911
On one hand, he wants to bring you into this painting: to make you fall into it, like walking through the looking-glass. Thus the box of crayons is put, like a bait, Just under your hand, as it was under his. But it is not a real space, and because it is all soaked in flat, subtly modulated red, a red beyond ordinary experience, dyeing the whole room, it describes itself aggressively as fiction. It is all inlaid pattern, full of possible "windows," but these openings are more flat surfaces. They are Matisse's own pictures. Everything else is a work of art or craft as well: the furniture, the dresser, the clock and the sculptures, which are also recognizably Matisses. The only hint of nature in all this is the trained houseplant, which obediently emulates the curve of the wicker chair on the right and the nude's body on the left. The Red Studio is a poem about how painting refers to itself: how art nourishes itself from other art and how, with enough conviction, art can form its own republic of pleasure, a parenthesis within the real world - a paradise. – Robert Hughes