Frederick Carl Frieseke Lady in a Garden painting

Frederick Carl Frieseke Lady in a Garden paintingFrederick Carl Frieseke Breakfast in the Garden paintingTamara de Lempicka Two Friends painting
luncheon today. Everyone was talking about you. My hostess was a friend of my mother’s, a Mrs Stuyvesant Oglander; a friend of yours, too, my dear. Such a frump! Not at all the society I imagined you to keep. However, they, had all been to your exhibition, but it was you they talked of, how you had broke away, my dear, gone to the tropics, become a Gauguin, a Rimbaud. You can imagine how my old heart leaped.
‘ “Poor Celia,” they said, “after all she’s done for him.” “He owes everything to her. It’s too bad.” “And with Julia,” they said, “after the way she behaved in America.” “Just as she was going back to Rex.”
‘ “But the pictures,” I said; “Tell me about them.”
‘Oh, the pictures,” they said; “they’re most peculiar.” “Not at all