I dont like to paint such melting subjects. It is too "easy" ! too mild ! nearly "pretty-pretty"
I painted them, hoping someone will take the triptych and hang them in his children bedroom, but the story was different.
Once an old friend of the family arrived in the "Paris Country Show" and, from as far as he could, he shouted : "Cyrille, I am here to buy one of your pictures!" The last time I saw him before that day, was 30 years earlier. Facing the other artists, my mates, I felt mortified. As he had a broken leg, and could not walk, he was in a small electric car, like on a golf green. He asked his grand-daughter to go and choose her favourite frame. She chose one of these pictures, of course. I was not at all happy. Since then, her grandfather became attached to me and we have very friendly relationship. When he wants to offer something, he calls me to place an order. He is great. Kind of "Gatsby the magnificent"
"Back to "imperial"