A plaza at sunset, and the starlings fill the skies with their inventive motions. The populace discovers a Paris few of us know.
Bonnard’s subdued lithograph intends to be savored for a long time. Don’t rush away, or you’ll miss some surprising, quiet thrills.
The Bois de Boulogne and here the “scene” almost overwhelms the forest. Drama galore, in this dark and simple standoff!
Far from the blur of the previous 2 works, here we are treated to the precision of a promenade by which the brilliant City of Light has become legendary. So much to absorb; and done without raising its voice!
The delicacy of the affection here, masterfully rendered with the sparest of resources.
Interior bounty, evoked by such marvellous austerity of means!
The intimacy of this depiction of a sponge bath is enhanced by its modest grey-scale. I love how the upshot is a robust launch into a pressing work day!
More attending to the routine of “la toilette;” and notice how the sense of calm leisure is conveyed by the factors of the design.
All the household features form the busy trajectory brewing in this brilliantly hushed moment of absorbing a letter. So far away from the observances of an operating system in the recent film, Her (2013). And yet there is a continuance, an affinity in variants of reaching out to “possibilities”!
Bright lights engulfed by worlds of darkness (and it doesn’t take a high definition wide screen). That graphically evoked chic places us within the glamorous trio and its endlessly fascinating energies. Evocative magic!
Night shopping in a bourgeois quartier. Diminished and steady lives enhanced by gales of unfinished and unfinishable business.
Here the dynamite view offers so much by means of its greyness. And the whole tableau wonderfully aims for something unseen: the fortunate possessor of that prospect. Who needs movies when you can make such riveting stories from out of these pages as written and directed by Pierre Bonnard?
