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.
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!
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!
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?