Dear sir, Edouard Manet told me that you were kind enough to bring the sketch that you completed of him [Monet painted Manet in his garden, Argenteui… - Berthe Morisot

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Dear sir, Edouard Manet told me that you were kind enough to bring the sketch that you completed of him [Monet painted Manet in his garden, Argenteuil, Summer 1874]. I did not have the time to thank you before leaving Paris [with Eugene Manet, just married]. I treasure your gift all the more because I attribute much value to what you do. My husband and I, when we look out at the English seascapes which around us, often speak of you talent and what you will achieve from this movement.......[unreadable – about the Impressionists?].

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About Berthe Morisot

Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot (14 January, 1841 – 2 March, 1895) was a French painter and a member of the circle of painters in Paris who became known as the Impressionists. Undervalued for over a century, possibly because she was a woman, she is now considered among the first league of Impressionist painters.

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Alternative Names: Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot Berthe Manet Berthe Manet Morisot Berthe-Marie-Pauline Morisot Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot Manet Berthe Manet-Morisot Berthe Marie Pauline Morizot B. Morisot Morisot Bertha Morisot
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