From Impressionism to Modernism

From Impressionism to Modernism

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(Verse 1)
In 1874, the painters broke free,
Vivid colors dancing, wild brushstrokes we see.
Though mocked at first, they held their ground,
Laying the path where modern art was found.
Manet and Courbet shook the Paris scene,
Bold nude figures, real, not myths unseen.
(Chorus)
Oh, a revolution of colors, from light to the wild beast’s roar,
Nature and cities collide, chasing dreams to the shore.
Brushstrokes like dreams, they capture the spark,
On canvas they bloom, lighting souls in the dark!
(Verse 2)
Gauguin fled Paris for Tahiti’s embrace,
A nude woman’s back, Pareo falls by the water’s grace.
Ochre skin glows ‘gainst blue and green hues,
Three figures stand still, in a mystic muse.
A glimpse of paradise, untouched, serene,
His brush paints a world where dreams intervene.
(Verse 3)
Renoir’s spring girls play piano with flair,
Middle-class charm in a scene debonair.
Cassatt’s young Marg, in a garden so bright,
Her apron in hand, cheeks flushed with delight.
Impressionist strokes catch childhood’s glow,
Modern innocence in colors that flow.
(Chorus)
Oh, a revolution of colors, from light to the wild beast’s roar,
Nature and cities collide, chasing dreams to the shore.
Brushstrokes like dreams, they capture the spark,
On canvas they bloom, lighting souls in the dark!
(Verse 4)
Van Gogh’s orchards bloom in Provence’s sun,
Rakes and scythes rest where joy’s just begun.
Pink skies fade to green, his bold strokes ignite,
Barbizon to Impressionists, painting nature’s light.
Artists roamed fields, with portable paint,
Capturing moments, no rules, no restraint.
(Verse 5)
Pissarro’s Montmartre, a winter street’s hum,
Carriages and crowds in the morning sun.
Bonnard’s Saint-Tropez, where sea meets gold,
Through a window’s gaze, bright colors unfold.
Seine’s endless flow, a cycle of time,
Painters chase light in a rhythm sublime.
(Bridge)
Rivers reflect life, from city to sea,
Normandy shores to Mediterranean glee.
From real to wild, the Fauves set free,
Colors unbound, painting eternity.
(Outro)
From Impressionism to Modernism’s call,
Met Museum’s treasures, they rise, never fall.
Oh, let’s wander through, feel the colors take wing,
In their vibrant light, our hearts forever sing!