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A fine romance with a famous artist

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1865-1925

Vallotton Self Portrait 1897

a brooding moustachioed artist

I met a guy in the Musée d’Orsay last year. He stopped me in my tracks and I instantly fell for him. He looked wise and talented and, OK, he dressed like a hipster but his moustache was impeccable and his stare was piercing. We would meet every now and again for a brief tête-à-tête.

I jumped at the opportunity of a real date where I could get to know him properly, delve past his cool exterior to the burning depths of his soul.

So last week I finally made it to the Grand Palais exhibition; Félix Vallotton, Le feu sous la glace (Fire Beneath the Ice).

Le Feu Sous La Glace expo poster Vallottong

Poster for Vallotton expo at Grand Palais

Right from the start he showed himself to be an independent man, not attaching himself to any social or artistic movement. He did join the Nabis at one point, and I found many references to their style (especially the japanese influence), but even they called him “The Stranger”.

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Love Letters

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For a long time now I have had an idea to show the people I love how much they mean to me by writing a letter. I think that it is a mistake to assume that the people we are close to must know how we feel about them and it doesn’t hurt to let them know once in a while.

Now, I have no problems saying “I love you” and I will use it abundantly when I mean it. I definitely will not say it if it isn’t true, for example as a reply to someone else’s declaration of love. Why is it so hard to hear someone say “I love you” and not say it back? It feels so mean and unkind, but for me it is better to be honest with them and yourself. Please note, this kind of situation is purely hypothetical, I am not inundated with confessions of love.

Love Letters

Is this how you write love letters?

I hope those dear to me have heard me tell them that I love them. Maybe it’s a British thing, but I tend not to have many discussions about my relationships with the person in question. Hence my idea to write it down and make it permanent, also relieving the recipient of any embarrassment and awkwardness in the process. Unfortunately as I am an extremely busy person (or just because I fall on the lazier end of the scale) I haven’t got round to it. Yet.

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Photographing Love

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I’ve always been in love. With a character on a TV show (my first was Danger Mouse, then I moved onto actual human beings with Illya Kuryakin from A Man From U.N.C.L.E. I think I must be one of a very small number of girls of my generation to cite this as a TV crush.)  With a boy at school, nature, my pets, a new book.

I remember as a child I was often so consumed with this feeling there was no way in the world I could express it. It made me so joyful and sad at the same time. I was nostalgic for things that had only just happened, or hadn’t even happened yet.

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A poem on appearance and other attributes.

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Can you tell me that I’m beautiful?
Can you tell me that I’m sexy
And that my brown, almond eyes are captivating?
Can you call me doll face,
Gorgeous, Angel, Baby?
Will you please just tell me
That my new dress is stunning,
That I look slim and you can’t even tell that I’ve put on 5lbs?

Can you tell me that I’m beautiful?
You’ve not mentioned my new haircut,
Are you not gonna say
How you like the way that it frames my pretty face?
Don’t ask how much it cost,
How much it all costs to look this way.
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