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The Repast of the Lion by Henri Rousseau, 1907
He'd never seen a jungle. From what I've read the closest he got was the glasshouses at the botanical gardens in Paris, and he built the plants up from there. He had a day job and taught himself, and the critics gave him a hard time for it.
Erisava: Those plants look like houseplants that got out of hand.
The Equatorial Jungle by Henri Rousseau, 1909
He never left France — this jungle came from botanical gardens and picture books, not anywhere he'd actually set foot.
Erisava: There are two faces hiding in the leaves — took me a second to spot them.
Tiger in a Tropical Storm by Henri Rousseau, 1891
This was the first of the jungle scenes, from what I can find, and it got laughed at when it went up. He was painting around a customs job with no training anyone respected, and he said the plants came out of the Paris hothouses and picture books rather than anywhere hot.
Erisava: The rain's just straight silver lines drawn over the top. Somehow it still works.
The Dream by Henri Rousseau, 1910
He'd been laughed at by critics for years, from what I can find, and this was the last big one he finished — shown a few months before he died, and finally written up seriously instead of as a joke. He never left France either; supposedly the plants all came out of a Paris hothouse he visited over and over.
Erisava: All that dark green and it still feels calm. I'd happily live in this one.
The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau, 1897
He was a toll clerk who painted on his days off, and the critics of his day mostly treated him as a joke. From what I've read he tried to sell this one to the mayor of his home town, who wasn't interested, and it then dropped out of sight for years before a dealer turned it up again in the 1920s.
Erisava: It's beautiful but so still. Everything looks cut out of cardboard and stood up on the sand
Tropical Forest with Monkeys by Henri Rousseau, 1910
According to Wikipedia he never left France — the jungles came out of Paris greenhouses and picture books, and this one's from the last year of his life. People laughed at him for decades, then decided he was a genius roughly the minute he was gone.
Erisava: This jungle looks like a sticker book, and I can't stop looking at it.