I recently found a bunch of art postcards I had purchased during a trip to Europe last December. I had intended to send the cards to my friends, but I forgot about them until I unpacked my suitcase after I returned home. So they ended up in a shoebox in my closet for the past 6 months.
Each postcard featured a portrait of a woman, as painted by one of my favourite artists, Albert Chavaz. I went to his exhibit at the Gianadda Foundation in Martigny, Switzerland. I was with my dad and my brother, and it was a refreshingly happy moment for the three of us, during an otherwise strained and difficult vacation together. And finding those cards today gave me that really good feeling again. For a couple of minutes, I felt alpine fresh.
It's weird how I ended up sending these postcards to myself in the future.
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1. Cousine Claude - 1967
2. Grand nu, Michèle - 1965
3. Diane au bahut - 1955
4. Marie-José T. - 1967
Click here for a 3 minute video tour of the gallery & exhibit. (I promise it's 100% Rickfree. )
6 comments:
I think I send approximately 75% of postcards to myself in the future, because I tend to forget that I don't ever have anyone's address handy.
And I like any artist who focuses on what's really important: the ladies.
Just kidding.
I like these postcards.
DAMN YOU! RICKROLLED AGAIN!
This is so classy. Is this the right blog?
If I could draw/paint, I'd be a boob man, too.
Is there a market for fine tracings? I bet I'd be a great boob tracer.
"I had intended to send the cards to my friends, but I forgot about them until I unpacked my suitcase after I returned home."
You forgot your FRIENDS?! Damn, that musta' bean some vacation.
And how comes I don't know any ladies that casually sit around half-nekkid with their shirts open?
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