I had an idea for a play a few years ago, a confluence of love and ancestors. I never (or better still, have not yet) wrote said play, but this 1920 painting by Marie Laurencin, is strikingly similar to what I had envisioned. There's a photo, too, of Jean Rhys that is the aesthetic, though not emotional, crucible of it all, but darned if I just can't find it anywhere.
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lovely. And I know I would adore that Jean Rhys photo.
HollyG, I'm going to flit through my files and see if I can't dig it out. Unless, it's entirely possible that I somewhat dreamed it.
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