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Paris, 1905. The Salon d’Automne 1905 hums with restrained anticipation—velvet coats, low murmurs, a public accustomed to beauty behaving. Then the paintings appear, and the atmosphere shifts almost immediately. Color, unbound and unapologetic, asserts itself with startling clarity. Skin turns green, skies ignite in red, shadows vibrate in cobalt and violet. A visual rupture takes... Read More