Skecthing Gustave Calliebotte’s Paris Street; Rainy Day Essay -- Infor

Skecthing Gustave Calliebottes Paris Street rainy Day I can smell the rain on my pate as my fingers numbly make their way across the pad, trying their surpass to capture an instant in time on a tack of yellow, college-ruled, notebook paper, despite my now apparent lack of artistic ability. As I am watching the scene unfold, I hardly scorecard the people walking around me, gazing at the same thing I am, before they move on. Cuddling under an umbrella, a man and his married woman are casually strolling with the light fog. Their attention is caught by something eat up to their right, so he does not notice when his top hat is just about bumped to one side by the umbrella as another walker tries to pass on the narrow sidewalk. Further off in the distance, several(prenominal) other sets of people can be seen composedly walking through the gentle mist of rain. It seems as though they are not redden aware of the weather as they make their way from shop to shop, circumscribe on this comfortable evening. To my left, a couple of gentlemen are discussing their affairs as they move past a horse-drawn carriage. The pudd...