I love Chagall for his dreamy compositions and use of color.
And although it isn't very politically correct, I have always liked Balthus.
And I have always loved Bonnard and Vuillard for there wonderful interior scenes and use of color.
There is something to be said for not knowing too much about someone. I read bits and pieces of a biography of O'Keefe the other night. The first part was very interesting, but the end was just sad. It's a biography, for God's sake! So I knew there wasn't going to be a happy ending. It's just sad, though, when someone grows old and most everyone they knew and loved is gone and they have become less themselves.
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