Corot Camille Jean-Baptiste väitetty

Corot carried a pocket mirror to paint his own face in the corner of landscapes when no one was watching. He’d sit by the Seine for hours, sketching boats and trees but always sneaking in his own reflection—tiny, half-finished, a quiet joke. Look up *Kalastaja rannalla* and you’ll spot it: a fisherman on the bank, but also a shadowy figure with a hat doing the same thing beside him. Why here? That little mirror-flirt proves art isn’t just scenery; it’s the quiet click of a shutter behind the eye.