When I saw more of her work, I was blown away, not only by the amazing quality of her painting, but also because I had been painting many years without knowing that my work was similar to hers. I had admired the Impressionists for so long, and studied their work; but her work held a special place for me. She painted at times in a very loose manner, almost anticipating the gestural painting of the 20th century - much looser, more painterly, than Monet, Renoir or Cezanne - big, bold, almost slashing, strokes, of bright and rich color. Her work also has a very delicate quality, a tenderness, like a tiny, clear bell.
She was born in France in 1841, into a family of a high social class. She and her sister, Edma, were reared with the requisite social and feminine-skill education - needlepoint, drawing, etc., intended to make them more suited to a life of cultivated domesticity (marriage). However, Berthe and Edma took their drawing seriously, much to their mother's dismay. Edma continued her art-making until she was married. Berthe did not marry young, and continued her artwork throughout her life.