Escape

Berthe Morisot

Dear G.,

My next flurry will undoubtably be Morisot. He is a completely new discovery for me and thus very exciting.

For now, a small taster:

Lovely, non?

I am home, at long last. The house is icy but the sun is beautiful and there is lovely music on the radio…things have a loveliness to them that outweighs stiff fingers.

A.

Cézanne, our own

Dear G.,

No polar bears yet but I do have a smallish run of Cézanne if you’d bear with me?

A.

Ps, I love your stairs – whose are they? Where are they?

staircase

Dear A.

How are you? It’s been a few days now hasn’t it?

I love staircases.

It’s just as well, as a very steep one separates my apartment from the rest of the world.

There is so much mystery, so much hope in a staircase. Going up or down one is sort of a pause, a little journey in itself. You’re free to think about what ever you like, you’re not inside anymore but you’re not outside either. It’s just a little “empty” moment…

Hope you are well,

bisous, G.

17th

Ma chère,

Je crains que nous n’ayons le temps pour faire nos gateaux de Noël… (j’ai une amie chez moi à partir de demain)

😦

A.

As promised – except not fish

Dear G.,

I…did not draw fish. I apologise. I drew more birds. Will you accept them, take them to your bosom and love them?

Bise,

A.

 

It took just one whiff and my heart started to dance madly: we went to get our Christmas tree! The potency of the scent…. I was instantly transported back to those lovely long-gone days when I was a little kid and wore mittens.

And I loved porridge. And Mary Poppins. And lychees.

 

How are you ma très chère A? I got back a while ago, am sitting here admiring the tannenbaum!

I hope to see you tomorrow.

G.

 

 

 

 

Plan pour demain?

La Specola

Palazzo Pitti

Rarr

Legitimate intervention on behalf of karma. Some people just Have porcupine-to-the-ear coming to them.

A.

Oiseau de l’âme?