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Bonnard

Bonnard by Elizabeth Jennings ' Colour of rooms. Pastel shades. Crowds. Torsos at ease in brilliant baths. And always, everywhere the light. This is a way of creating the world again, of seeing differences, of piling shadow on shadow, of showing up distances, of bringing close, bringing close. A way of furnishing too, of making yourself feel at home - and others. Pink, flame, coral, yellow, magenta - extreme colours for ordinary situations. This is a way to make a new world. Then watch it. Let the colours dry, let the carpets collect a little dust. Let the walls peel gently, and people come, innocent, nude, eager for bed or bath. They look newmade too, these bodies, newborn and innocent. Their flesh-tints fit the bright walls and floors and they take a bath as if entering the first stream, the first fountain.'

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