Thus she would come, escaped, half-dead to my door

Thus she would come, escaped, half-dead to my door
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Patrick Caulfield

£600.00

33x40cm (56x63cm framed)

Screenprint, 1973


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Partick Caulfield displayed twenty-two brightly coloured screenprints which were made from a book of poems by French poet, Jules Laforge, not illustrations to the text but complementary images, with the melancholy atmosphere of Caulfield's interiors finding a direct counterpart in Laforgues's poetry.

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Ah! storms clouds rushed from the channel coasts
Oh Helen, I roam the room
Curtains drawn back from balconies of shores
You'll be sick if you spend all your time indoors
Watch me eat, without appetite, a la carte
Ah! this life is so everyday
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All the benches are wet, the woods are so rusty
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