|Matisse sent test pieces like these to his clients for color approval|
|Red Interior. Still Life on a Blue Table, 1947|
I visited 'Henri Matisse: The Cut Outs' exhibition @ Tate, but appreciated the book that accompanied the show even more. A lot of beautiful photos of Matisse at work, clipping, pointing out pieces of colored paper against the wall. Too bad his collection of gigantic scissors wasn't captured in film nor present in the exhibition.
a cloud-filled blackness. His crocodile tears and bow tie steal the show, but mostly they invoke
compassion. Other silently sobbing snivellers observe him from a lonely corner. Sculptural tears
enclose them, whisper salty nothings into their ears. One-eye stands stiff as a board, taking it all in.
Cross-eye with the curly wig cannot see beyond the end of his neck. The sky opens up for the sailor on watch. He
hopes yet to steer this fleet of frecklefaces, hammerheads and stiffnecks into the right direction. With
fields of clouds, ice cream scoops, rain showers and crying fits drifting by on the horizon. Sluggishly
they undergo their fate, floating like driftwood on the waves of their own carved-out and etched-on