This self-portrait of one of the lesser-known Impressionists is stunning.
Caillebotte is sometimes caught between being considered an Impressionist and a realistic painter. There is no problem here, except for people who need categories to exist. Caillebotte was one of the most astute painters of his native Paris, using the overlapping of Impressionism and Realism to make his point.
I simply love the unflinching stare of the painter at his audience. This is a man who sees clearly and paints honestly–without flattery or flinching. What is to flunch at or hide from, after all? His Paris, the Paris of the 1880s and 1890s, was the most exciting and ridiculous and troubled city of the time…
You probably know this one… again, one of my favorites.