And I can only imagine of the paintings you have described that Mary Cassel had at the St. Louis World's Fair. I met the great Amboise Vollards. He was at an exhibition of Paul Cezanne. The work I saw by Seurat was truly large and great. It wasn't like the smaller impressionist painters. But I got to see his style. The painting was at the Galerie Bernheim-Jeune at 25, boulevard de la Madeleine. The Bernheim brothers had dared to use one wall to show this painting, a Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. The painting was unbelievable. It was actually made out of little dots that you could tell the artist painstakingly rendered to display the different and varying degrees of color and light. It was truly magnificent. It will take me more hours to gather into my experience, dear Mama. And I look forward to visiting it together with you at some.

At the Cafe Lapin Agile I met the young artists Picasso and Rouault. I followed them to another cafe where they introduced me to the works of two other masters, Paul Cezanne and Paul Gaugin. I was taken back by both artists. They seem to...

I noticed how Picasso was taken by the work of Cezanne. He was studying the broad strokes and the way the colors worked with splotches of shape to render perspective. Cezanne, I guess, was Post-Impressionist and it appeared that some of his earlier work was somewhat violent and always erotic. But the card players were full expressions of the lives of the people who lived with him, the peasant workers, on this estate he had. But Gauguin was something else. It seem this man had left civilization and even sanity to give some primitive and simple shapes of island people. His strokes were also broad with large flat areas of uniform color. I was struck by this huge painting of his where he tried, I believe, to give a history of the world. It was called, can you believe it - D'ou Venons Nous Que Sommes Nous Ou Allons Nous.
But then Ma, I got to see the work of the crazy man and it was truly great and heartbreaking. I saw the Potato Eaters by Vincent Van Gogh. It was the earthly colors and the hands of the peasants that drew me deeply into the soul of this artist.