She's 25, he's 36. They're young, they're beautiful, they're incredibly talented. We are in October 1884 in Paris. They see each other for the last time. Jules Bastien Lepage, tottering, pays a last visit to his friend Marie Bashkirtseff, carried on a sofa by her cousin Dina. They love each other with a desperate, marvelous love, with an incredible delicacy.
They will die.
Jules Bastien Lepage (Autoportrait - Musée Bastien Lepage Montmédy) et Marie Bashkirtseff
-Landscapes are for Jules, said Marie, but the street is for me!
Marie Bashkirtseff paints, she sings, she writes a diary in which she delivers herself without shame, with an incredible ingenuity tinged with violence.
Jules Bastien Lepage is an insolent success, to the point that Émile Zola advises not to praise him too much, otherwise he might becfome a meteor that will fall into oblivion.
They look at each other, stay for hours in the dark.
Jules said, "Oh, may I paint some more!" »
Mary responds, "Me too!" »
She will die on October 31, closely followed by Jules on December 10.
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