Reading: Maurice Utrillo
Got this book a couple of days ago. Consuming most of the art on the daily basis via internet holding a vintage art book in the hands brings back warm feelings, the almost forgotten memories of the times when the books had just a few color illustrations, sometimes like here on separate plates glued to the pages. Not perfect reproductions(by today’s standards, but professional at the time) on shiny paper, still smelling of the print color seem almost irreal today, breaking the certainty of the perfect photography into different possibilities drawn by slightly wrong color scheme of that time reproductions.
I grew up in a family of a professional painter and my late mother let me take her art books whenever I wanted. I loved digging into the new worlds of colors, pictured characters, even stories told without words. Among my favorite books were art history books , as there were so many different pictures (as at that time I couldn’t read), Suzanne Valadon and Velasquez monographs, all the books with Matisse and a small book with hundred’s of sailing boats drawn with stylized triangles in orange tonalities, but can’t remember the artist. I’ve also known Utrillo ‘s work by that time, yet was surprised today to find out, just by opening the first pages of the book, that he has been close to my heart since I’ve remembered.
Ps Maurice Utrillo was Suzanne Valadon’s son
Maurice Utrillo by Werner Herzog, publishers Harry N. Abrams, 1953
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And of course I couldn’t resist not to paint at least a piece after Utrillo! Here it comes: Sacre Coeur de Montmartre, after Utrillo, watercolor and pencil on vintage paper, 2022
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