17 January 2008. Clear and beau. Following Bonnard, always the note, in pencil, somewhere on a daybook page, along with the snatch of drawing that catches the light... The edge of a balustrade, perhaps, from one of his walks on the hillside at Le Cannet. To hold the motif...
And so the French--a cravat, tied just so, or the turn of a phrase... "To drive 300 kilometers for a piece of cheese," a love for what is, the luxury of being...
Winter morning, Oceanside. Ocean temp. 59 degrees, noted in chalk, on a worn signboard by the pier... Gray-tan sandstone cliffs, all along the coast... The materials...
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