Mary Cassat-- Baby Reaching for an Apple.

               
        Mary Cassatt was born in Pennsylvania, 1844.Mary Cassatt seemed like a very interesting  artist... so this is why I decided to write a poetry about Mary. I looked at her painting and drawings and her pictures are mostly about about mom's and her kids. She lived in France and quickly got interested in artwork and wanted to paint, but her father disapproved because she was a woman ( Olden days women has strict laws).( Source: MikeVenezia Pages 2- 16) I decided to to her painting " Baby Reaching for an Apple" because it was really sweet and interested me. I decided that I would write my poem in the mothers point of view... so I did. I added similes and Mary also painted with another group of artist" The Impressionist" her painting was a oil canvas and I thought the colors matched with the theme and uses soft colors. I also since Mary loved drawing pics on family...  why didn't she have kids of her own?  I thought that this picture was very calm and sweet and it sort of made me think about my very own mother. I liked how Mary Cassatt drew this picture because I like how she drew the baby's eyes. His eyes were looking up at the apple and he seems like he really want that apple and his eyes look... intense. I also liked how Mary used oil painting and the colors also blend in. I am in Art, so I was interested what oil painting were. Oil Paint is a paste made with ground pigment and drying oil such as lindseed oil. <www.dictionary.com>. I closely observed Mary Cassatt's painting and I noticed that she did a good job on contrasting the colors together. For example, If you look at the baby's feet its sort of a peach-ish color and on the edge of the baby's leg she painted it a bit lighter. I think she used this technique to show effects  of the sunlight on the baby's naked leg. I also noticed  there were creases and if you look closely, you can that there are some dark shades because I think it's because she painted  it with oil or maybe she did on purpose. "Mary decided to be an artist... not just a artist, but a serious artist" < Mike Venezia pages 8-9>
I agree with Mike Venezia because Mary as a very interesting artist and Mary Cassatt is also very serious artist... even thought she was a women! 

               
                 Poem:         
               His smile,
               melts my heart.
               His hair golden, like the sunshine.
               Eyes blue like the ocean. 
               Reaching for the branch.
               His tiny body.
               Soft pink skin.
               I hold his close, 
                and tight.
               I grip the branch.
               pushing it closer,
               to my baby... Reaching for an apple.