




In 1941 Matisse was diagnosed with cancer, that eventually disabled him and kept him from painting directly on canvas, so he found a new way of expressing himself: Cut-outs. His scissors drew the curvy lines in papers coloured with gouache. The Master renounces drawing and draws directly in the colour. Often lying down or confined to a wheelchair, Matisse found a way of changing his destiny. These late works are not cubist collages, or Kandinsky 's abstractions, nor the biomorphic signs of Jean Arp. It's a determined return to childhood, to joy. In 1947, Matisse published a collection of these paperworks, which he simply called Jazz, with the bold works of improvisation in colour.
I have this book, and last Sunday I loaned it to Teacher. I hope she takes care of it, because it is indeed a precious thing, full of joy.
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