Matisse wrote, “To paint an autumn landscape I will not try to remember what colors suit this season, I will be inspired only by the sensation that the season arouses in me: the icy purity of the sour blue sky will express the season just as well as the nuances of foliage.” I’m not sure I agree, Henri. At least not today, standing at my desk with the bold scarlets to my right.
When I was cleaning out my study, I rediscovered this journal written in 1906 by the English naturalist, Edith Holden, who drowned in the Thames in 1920, at the age of 49. I have the French version, and I wish I’d written in the book when and where I found it.
Such a lovely cover. Good idea to pencil in that information.
Thinking of you today (and talking about you, too) at the Louisiana Book Festival in Baton Rouge when a lovely woman, also in your MFA program, sat beside me.
Yes, it’s a small world. And I suspect I know just who you were sitting with : )
Not only is the cover lovely but the inside pages are too–like seeing inside someone’s journal.
This is one of my favorite books on my mother’s bookshelf. I take it down and browse it every time I visit her.
That is unbelievable. I’ve never heard anyone mention or talk about that book before. Your mother has the English version, I guess?
Oui! I will think of you when I see her this weekend.