As I've already said (- about three times! ;) ) when I was at university I bought two big posters of Michel De Gallard paintings for the wall. This was in the 70s and there were repros of his stuff everywhere - coffee mug mats and all - you still come across them from time to time!
Those two posters represented a dream of living in France. They also taught me the sensuous delight of application of paint to a canvas (though I personally spend most of my time sweating and swearing :( )
He died fairly recently.
At the start of the 90s I visited Galerie de la Présidence to view his work 'in the flesh'. The lady was really nice - she could see I loved his stuff and really wanted me to have one. He lived twords Auxerre or somewhere like that. The only question that remains is, why didn't I jump in the car and go and visit him?
This is not our world, it is our world re-invented...
Meanwhile, back at the ranch.. ... Three paintings - three versions of the same damn thing - one in acrylics, two in oil. I am now worn out (and they are far from finished, where's the sander?)