Yeah, I was there in the winter and around Christmas there was a huge storm (the only one I can remember) and we were driving along the Promenade des Anglais and it looked pretty much exactly like that Matisse painting.
Really impressive piece. I enjoyed reading about the Cone sisters and your reflections on the south of France. I spent a year as a student in Nice and also visited the Matisse museum as well as the Chagall museum, although this was 10 years ago and my memory isn't great. I've been meaning to go back...
Thank you! It's funny, it was sort of hard to write about the Cones, because each of those sentences should be a paragraph (and probably 'Claribel in Munich, World War I' merits a separate essay).
So you saw it through the year, not just in the sun. My favorite Nice painting was the 'Tempête à Nice' (it's on their highlights page https://www.musee-matisse-nice.org/en/the-collection/highlights/), one of the things I was constantly thinking about that summer was how I wanted to be in Marseille in October, in February, etc.
My Nice day was short, I think I only got off the train at about 1pm, so I didn't make it to the Chagall museum. One thing I noticed was that the interiors of Nice's old churches are more intact than those of churches in other cities in the south (Aix en Provence for example). The reason, I learned, is that in 1789 Nice wasn't yet part of France--so no iconoclasm.
While I like some paintings by Matisse, I'm partial to his line drawings.
Cezanne floats my boat much more.
I think that I have experienced the "pleasure" that you describe. I know it's happening when I want to lie down in front of a painting, get as close to it as possible, become swallowed up by it.
Keep writing.
Do more proofreading for greater clarity and fewer typos.
Yeah, I was there in the winter and around Christmas there was a huge storm (the only one I can remember) and we were driving along the Promenade des Anglais and it looked pretty much exactly like that Matisse painting.
ah that’s wonderful, some people told me about the winter wind too
Really impressive piece. I enjoyed reading about the Cone sisters and your reflections on the south of France. I spent a year as a student in Nice and also visited the Matisse museum as well as the Chagall museum, although this was 10 years ago and my memory isn't great. I've been meaning to go back...
Thank you! It's funny, it was sort of hard to write about the Cones, because each of those sentences should be a paragraph (and probably 'Claribel in Munich, World War I' merits a separate essay).
So you saw it through the year, not just in the sun. My favorite Nice painting was the 'Tempête à Nice' (it's on their highlights page https://www.musee-matisse-nice.org/en/the-collection/highlights/), one of the things I was constantly thinking about that summer was how I wanted to be in Marseille in October, in February, etc.
My Nice day was short, I think I only got off the train at about 1pm, so I didn't make it to the Chagall museum. One thing I noticed was that the interiors of Nice's old churches are more intact than those of churches in other cities in the south (Aix en Provence for example). The reason, I learned, is that in 1789 Nice wasn't yet part of France--so no iconoclasm.
Another romp through a museum and your mind.
Chuckled at times.
Spinster sisters are often dykes.
I loved the G. Stein poem. It's profoundly silly.
While I like some paintings by Matisse, I'm partial to his line drawings.
Cezanne floats my boat much more.
I think that I have experienced the "pleasure" that you describe. I know it's happening when I want to lie down in front of a painting, get as close to it as possible, become swallowed up by it.
Keep writing.
Do more proofreading for greater clarity and fewer typos.