I am a loner, a daydreamer who has been content to remain in his part of the world and look at the sky. The future will treat me as it does all of us… - Eugène Louis Boudin

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I am a loner, a daydreamer who has been content to remain in his part of the world and look at the sky. The future will treat me as it does all of us. I am very much afraid it may be oblivion.

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About Eugène Louis Boudin

Eugène Louis Boudin (12 July 1824 - 8 August 1898) was one of the first French landscape painters to paint outdoors. Boudin was a Marine art painter, and expert in the rendering of all that goes upon the sea and along its shores. His pastels, summary and economic, garnered the splendid eulogy of Baudelaire; Corot called him the 'king of the skies'.

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Alternative Names: Eugène-Louis Boudin E. Boudin Ėzhen Buden Eugene Boudin Louis Eugène Boudin Eugene Louis Boudin Eugene-Louis Boudin Louis-Eugène Boudin L. E. Boudin Louis Eugene Boudin Louis-Eugene Boudin E. L. Boudin eugene-louis boudin Boudin boudin e. Edouard Boudin E. F. Boudin Eug. Boudin eugene boudin E.L. Boudin e. l. boudin Eugène Boudin

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Nature is richer than I represent it.. .Nature is so beautiful that when I am not tortured by poverty I am tortured by her splendor. How fortunate we are to be able to see and admire the glories of the sky and earth; if only I could be content just to admire them. But there is always the torment of struggling to reproduce them, the impossibility of creating anything within the narrow limits of painting.

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To swim in the open sky. To achieve the tenderness of clouds. To suspend these masses in the distance, very far away in the grey mist, make the blue explode. I feel all this coming, dawning in my intentions. What joy and what torment! If the bottom were still, perhaps I would never reach these depths. Did they do better in the past? Did the Dutch achieve the poetry of clouds I seek? That tenderness of the sky which even extends to admiration, to worship: it is no exaggeration.

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