Short Film
What Do You Want From Me, Mister Painter?
The guy is standing in his field. Feet on the ground, houses behind him, hills above. He's not visiting. He's not decorating the scene. He belongs here because his hands made this place what it is. So he doesn't pose. He asks questions. Or at least his body does. Arms down, facing the painter, waiting for this to be over so he can get back to it. The answer is that Pissarro painted him precisely because he had respect for him. This man deserved to be painted in his place. Not in a studio. Not in costume. Right here where he works. Pissarro kept coming back to people like this. We don't know if
