When we first moved to Paris, we met Marielle and her husband, James through Don’s work, as Marielle and Don both worked for IBM in Paris at the time.
She/they were ever so kind and generous with us… strangers in a strange land, not to mention, strange language, and invited us often for dinners and, more than once, to her families’ summer homes… this particular one in Sarlat, an important ancient village of the twelfth century in the Dordogne, famous for its goose (and goose fat... creamy, the color of butter, it could make the most delicious roasted potatoes you ever put in your mouth!)
A grand sixteenth century stone house built into the side of a mountain, the dining room had a closet? that was actually a cave where they stored their wines and cheeses. I remember the deep, earthy smell.
Three stories high, the last two floors were just bedrooms, I don’t remember how many, but all generous ones. And just one toilet! (France, mind you.) I remember trying to make my way down the long hallway in the dark, trying not to open the wrong door.
On the second floor, what we might call the card room (as they sat in the evenings playing spirited games of bridge), they called the sitting room. And my artist’s eye was charmed by the dark blue wallpaper and the light from the only lamp playing on that deep blue.
I feel as if I got a little closer to Bonnard’s style with this one.
|About This Painting|
|Medium||Oil on Canvas|
|Size (inches)||30 x 30|