Morandi, Bonnard, and Silences Within
Much more than of something in the here and now, a painting is of something that has already taken place, as it were in another world. . . . Like Morandi in his studio-bedroom with his bottles, so Bonnard with his domestic scenes and gardens, his bright yellows and greens, his model and eventual wife Marthe washing and rewashing herself or sleeping naked, legs spread, Bonnard sought, unrelentingly, to curtain himself from most everything else.
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