Trying to identify the key characteristics of Bonnard's work. Interesting to begin at an analytical place but challenging to say something that feels spontaneous. In the next version will consider how to direct the eye around the words. This is meant to be visual poetry...
a habit of clinging to the same subjects, a window, red fruit, chairs and a table, checked cloth on corners
or should it be: on corners checked cloth?
December 28, 2011 at 2:26 AM
Oh I'm crazy about Bonnard! I like this homage.
December 29, 2011 at 1:37 PM
I think you are on the right track.
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