(besides Matisse__) who would make me very happy
to invite at home . . . to share a little talk? Talk
about the weather, he'd like that!
Imagine: Pierre Bonnard. . . here __it'd be such a quiet moment__
I probably wouldn't be able to say a word__ I'd look at him
quietly, search beyond his small round glasses, hoping to see
that little glimmer of light, he painted in each of his paintings.
A fine silvery light: quiet as a spring night in the south of France. . .
soft as the touch of his brush as he lovingly painted
Marthe, or his dog & his cat! Silvery, yet it turned gold at times.
I wouldn't say anything, but quote Matisse __ who wrote to him
once, on a small postcard, sent from Nice: "Vive la peinture!"
He'd smile & be surprised I'd read his postcard. . .
But then life is that simple if one let it be__
merci ,Pierre Bonnard. . . see you next year: on my
birthday! Happy you dropped by. . .
