One of many histories of creating famous still-life paintings is Eugene Delacroix.

Does art imitate life?

Would you believe in that?

My glorious art lover, I'm glad to see you again.

I appreciate your comments on the previous article about one of Vermeer's famous artworks.

My jaw-dropping discovery is still unknown to you!

 After holding my clever head in his arms and staring into my tiger-yellow eyes for a few seconds, I think my host knows my present thoughts and startling dreams from the night before.

I remember it immediately whenever I see him murmuring while looking at wall art. 

When I caught him admiring a beautiful still life painting yesterday, he said, "Delacroix, Delacroix, who could imagine?" It seems ludicrous, yet today, in my terrific dream, I turned out to be on one of Paris's streets during one of the French Revolutions in 1830.

That street was filled with suffocating bitter smoke, gunfire, yelling, and bullet whistles.

A significant barrier of cobblestones, broken bricks, wooden barrels, and garbage existed on the opposite side of this roadway.

People fired firearms into the square. Suddenly, I heard horses clatter behind me, and a loud shot rang.

Four horses pulled the carriage. The coachman's eyes widened in fear because I was on their way. He tried to control the furious horses.

Since the shocking shot sounded one second early, I jumped on the carriage in time. Thank goodness it was safed for me.

The shot missed, but everything was the same across the smoked street.

I saw the young woman outdoors before the next obstacle. 

She lifted the three-color flag over her head, and everyone around her shouted, "Liberte or die!" 

A conspicuous guy in trendy clothes  was also there.

He shouted with everyone else in excitement.

A vast man emerged from a neighboring door, grabbed the man in shape, and said, "Le Monsieur Delacroix, it's hazardous here!" 

I followed them without hesitation through the same door and the next into a spacious area with enormous paintings.

There were easels and an oil paint smell. 

Requesting a glass of wine from the vast man, our artist (Eugene Delacroix) began to draw on the white canvas.

 Minutes later, I saw a similar barrier with a three-colour flag above the young lady. 

We heard continuous gunfire outside the window, but he worked too quickly to notice. His frantic eyes were slightly closed yet sharp and bright when opened.

While Delacroix was working, he suddenly decided to bare the beautiful woman's breasts.

He liked this idea very much and then loudly requested more wine. 

I gradually came to my senses as I examined the artwork on the walls, floor, and windowsill.

The artist made it in the "Old Masters" style.

 One seemed familiar. I saw the same Still Life at home.

Another street explosion.

However, as I slowly woke up, I did not hear that horrible explosive—I was too absorbed by the smell of my delicious breakfast and my house's pleasant odors to hear anything.

I have not yet realized that in my dream that night, I attended Delacroix's workshop.

My host, Nik, was puzzled about why Delacroix once picked Still Life with Flowers. Tragic genre sequences involving hunts or fighting usually appeared in his works.

One of his masterpieces was "Liberty Leading the People."

My host saw this painting for the first time ( he told me that) when he was 13 or 14. The young woman's bare breasts impressed him then.

And you, dear reader, "What is the first impressive picture from your childhood you remember?" Please clarify: "What struck you at the time?"

As usual, I am waiting for your feedback.

If you like Old Masters style (my mistress created this original still life painting on Delacroix's motive, for example), our website's shop at https://www.artbyelenag.com/product/11569852/still-life-floral-inspiration lets you comment on and purchase her artwork.

As recently said, my mistress: Let's make our world brighter!

Here (in this collage), you can see some of her Still life: