Lounging Pyjamas with Train c. 1925 - 1930

Denise Vandervelde-Borgeaud's "Lounging Pyjamas with Train" is giving me life right now. I can just imagine her, perhaps in the 1920s, draping this dark velvet over her hands, feeling the weight and flow of the fabric, deciding how it should fall, and where it should gather. I'm thinking of artists like Matisse and Bonnard, and how they loved to paint the interior world, and how they were always searching for ways to bring a sense of comfort and intimacy to their work. I wonder if Vandervelde-Borgeaud was thinking about this, too. It makes me consider the conversations I'm having in my own work, and how I’m always trying to find new ways to capture the feeling of being alive. The way the fabric seems to absorb all the light is so seductive, it is totally my vibe, it's like she's painting with pure darkness, it is a reminder that artists are always in conversation with one another across time, echoing each other's ideas, and inspiring new ways of seeing.