Alfons Mucha
It was so good swimming in the beauty of Mucha’s works at Valentina’s house in Italy. I remember the old pale blue wall, the plants. We were sleeping right under the paintings, and when the bright sun was entering in the morning, I couldn’t stop watching them.
A shame I can’t find those reproductions but it doesn’t hurt to have a look at the gallery on the official site. Biography at the Wiki to realise he is nothing like a mistery.
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Posted by olive on September 12, 2007 |
Posted by olive on September 12, 2007 |
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