![]() ![]() A lady and gentleman in mourning were respectfully contemplating the baked objects.Ībove the entrance to the main hall-the Salon Bordurin-Renaudas-someone had hung, undoubtedly only a little while ago, a large canvas which I did not recognize. It was the Bernard Palissy Room, devoted to ceramics and minor arts. In passing I glanced, through two great openings, and saw cracked vases, plates, and a blue and yellow satyr on a pedestal. A whole race of plaster folk twisted their arms. My steps made no sound on the black and white tiles. I crossed the shadow of the vestibule quickly. I went to the museum as soon as I left the library. ![]() I didn’t want to admit that Bordurin, Prix de Rome, had made a mistake in his drawing.īut this afternoon, turning the pages of an old collection of the Satirique Bouvillois, a blackmail- sheet whose owner was accused of high treason during the war, I caught a glimpse of the truth. I have gone back several times since then. Faulty proportion? Perspective? I couldn’t tell, but something bothered me: this deputy didn’t seem plumb on his canvas. ![]() When I paid my first visit to the Bouville museum last year I was struck by the portrait of Olivier Blevigne. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |