Painter Stories

Jules Laurent glared at the tiny brass bell sharply tinkling as he stepped inside Les Petits Plaisirs de Montmartre. The bell sounded too cheerful for the early hour. He moved toward the glass case of neatly lined up macarons and felt a childlike craving for them. The croissants looked tasty too, and he finally settled on the pain au chocolat. While waiting in line at the register, his eyes passed on the bustling patrons...

When Charlotte Salomon strode off this stageShe left behind her art that scribed her grief. Each gouache painting really was a page;A side that she had read in disbelief. Discovering that dear ones self-destroyed,It was her burden to accept this truth.Confronting all of this, she still employedHer mind and skill to paint her short-lived youth. Auditions are not always held, it's true.You may be simply cast to play your pa...