You can feel the temperature in this painting. The way the light hits that yellow wall behind the vine, the weight in those white dresses. Sorolla understood that summer isn't a color. It's how everything slows down.
His daughters are barely there. Almost swallowed by the garden. And that's the point. When it's that hot, you don't exist anymore. You just melt into wherever you are.
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