WRITTEN IN FRENCH
Géricault was twenty-six years old when he set out a different, resounding fact: the shipwreck of La Méduse that took place, two years earlier, in 1816. Géricault dares. He plays his life which will be short on a giant painting.
He faces, alone, the white canvas he has just bought...
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WRITTEN IN FRENCH
Géricault was twenty-six years old when he set out a different, resounding fact: the shipwreck of La Méduse that took place, two years earlier, in 1816. Géricault dares. He plays his life which will be short on a giant painting.
He faces, alone, the white canvas he has just bought, five meters high and seven meters wide. It is a challenge, an implausible feat in the Paris workshop of Le Roule. Between 1818 and 1819, he fought with his demons. It is the end of the clandestine passion that binds him to his aunt by marriage, Alexandrine.
The raft was first and foremost a shipwreck before becoming a politician. Géricault speaks of the few surviving witnesses of the disaster, the often famous models including Eugène Delacroix. At night falls, Géricault comes to watch his working day, his sketches, his portraits. His body-to-body with the masterpiece exhausts him. He is devoured by doubt. He dies ignoring that the Louvre will finally buy the Nef of his far-sighted madness. The The Raft of the Medusa that the whole world is now contemplating.
French
Éditions Julliard
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