On a December morning, two somewhat hesitant people stood on
the sidewalk of the Boulevard Haussmann, looking for a pop-up gallery we had
opened for a period of six months next to the Musée Jacquemart André.
They had traveled over 800 kilometers, inquiring with
different people who discouraged them and said their search seemed impossible.
Perhaps the most difficult part was finding me, but thanks to their
perseverance, and the kindness of a neighbor, Frédéric, the meeting happened.
The photograph they had brought to show me was small, dark
and rather difficult to see. Six characters were around a table. The light was
pale, perhaps it was a winter afternoon.
They told me, still hesitant, that they thought they recognized the people in it, artists in whom they had long been interested. They were collectors and liked the painters of the late 19th century, in particular the neo-impressionists. They also said it was possible that one of the figures around the table was someone whose true face had never been seen.
They told me, still hesitant, that they thought they recognized the people in it, artists in whom they had long been interested. They were collectors and liked the painters of the late 19th century, in particular the neo-impressionists. They also said it was possible that one of the figures around the table was someone whose true face had never been seen.
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