Winter’s portrait glows
Beneath a varnish of rain
When I lived in Paris, hanging out with the artists in Montmartre, a ‘vernissage’ was always an excuse to party. Originally, the name applied to the days preceding an exhibition, when artists would hang and then varnish their work as a finishing touch… and this was often a time when patrons were invited to a private viewing.
In the Montmartre that I knew, a ‘vernissage’ was technically the same thing… but referred equally to the party that was held by and with the other artists to celebrate a stroke of good fortune for one of their number.
Watching the sun rise on this rainy, winter morning reminded me of those days of light, colour and laughter… and the smell of wet oils glistening on the easel.