The exhibition is pretty complete with an amazing range of well known, and not so well known paintings, and pastels. I am not normally a fan of portraiture, but I did enjoy a lot of this, and particularly enjoyed seeing the development of his style, and how the paintings made a record of the time society Manet occupied. I was interested by the rage of style, some portraits, like that of his friend M Antonin Proust on the left being very polished "traditional" Status portraits for exhibition, then others, almost unfinished, certainly painted quicker, which appear to have been retained in the family.
I feel as though the exhibition was almost too complete, with too much on display. Personally I have a limited capacity for how much I can take in and appreciate in any one visit, and certainly when it comes to portraits of people I don't know or indeed have not even heard of that limit gets a little smaller, but this may just have been my feet talking. Either way I was quite happy to leave, stop at a local Nero's sit down and enjoy a coffee.
Having travelled by train I was forced to continue to the end with my poor choice of footwear, but ahh the joy and relief when I got back my van and could change into something more comfortable.
Maybe it's the influence of those boots (much though I love them) but I intend to feature shoes in my back grounds this week, the lovely the elegant the sexy shoes that we all love but maybe wouldn't want to wear for a whole day.