Renoir Page #2
the arrival of machines decided my fate.
If we had continued
decorating by hand...
I'd have been
And happy to be one.
Eggplant fritters?
Where is Gabrielle?
Any news, Dad?
No.
Did she come to mom's burial?
Yes, of course.
She had promised to write.
And?
The mail service these days...
She was in love
with a postman from Cagnes.
He was mobilized.
If you're still hungry,
I can make you an omelet.
No, thank you.
Any rice pudding left?
Sweet tooth, like your father.
Has he returned to painting figures?
And all thank to Dde!
Oh...
- What is it?
- Go get us a lamp.
That's it.
You'd better leave.
Jean, if you'd like to see your father.
You'll see, you'll sleep well tonight.
Good night.
Good night, dad.
Did you lose a piece of bone?
Nearly two inches.
Will it grow back?
No.
But I manage fine.
It was mom who saved my leg.
Describe the war.
It's the war.
- I made you a brioche.
- Thank you!
Want to help me out?
Take a necklace to her.
Take the emerald.
The boss wants you to wear it.
Why the familiar treatment?
Excuse me.
Are you Jean?
I saw you in a painting.
I just saw you in a painting too.
He makes me fat.
He turns me into a girl.
There you go. Ready, boss.
You just...
swallowed a model for my father.
I understand you.
Renoir's paintings make you hungry.
Do you want to eat me?
Yellow six.
- Red.
- Boss?
Do you mind if I stretch a bit?
No, no.
Naples yellow.
I'm tired.
I haven't slept.
Want to know why?
No.
I met a new friend. A wonderful lover.
Could you assume a pose, please?
Whichever one you prefer.
Yeah, sure. Work comes first.
Yes. Add some pure white.
I read that a great actress
couldn't play the part...
of someone in love
without having her adventures.
What do you think, boss?
Nothing.
Nothing.
You're painting faster and faster.
All my life I was full of complications,
nowadays, I simplify.
Strokes, more strokes.
One inside the other.
They should copulate.
What should dominate the structure...
is not the drawing...
but the color.
Do you follow me?
Yes... I'm trying.
Hey!
Your father can't see through!
Your old machine won't work anymore.
How's it going with him?
Just like before.
The only times
he talks to me is to scold me.
If you think
he used to talk to Pierre and me...
Even to mom.
I wonder if
he ever said "I love you" to her.
See? The old thing works.
Did you tell Dde?
What?
That you love her.
Playing the fool, eh?
- Take back what you said!
- Stop it! Mercy!
This b*tch doesn't care about us.
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