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The text about Leonor Fini will be a very personal one. I have said before, not having the intention to give some objective information. I merely focus on my experience of the artist. As special the case now we are coming down to Leonor Fini. When I was a young girl I already had two lovely posters of her hanging on the wall of my room, without even having the faintest idea who she was. My parents remained a long
life married couple, but living together underneath one and the same roof
was, right on from the start, not their cup of tea. They had, so to say
a L.A.T. avant la lettre and that’s how my brother and I commuted between the house of my mother near the Nord Sea coast and that of
my dad at one of the Amsterdam canals. This was a huge place with the usual front
an back house and only partly inhabit at that time. And so it could happen,
without knowing his daughter had done so, I took the liberty to install
myself in a room at the attic. Which I made comfortable
and cozy by filling it up with treasures I picked up in the rest of the
house. I could easily do so, because my dad happened to be quite a collector.
Lots of things caught his eager eyes. Beautiful art pieces, but also all
sort of bizarre props.
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