Gaetan Dumas

Available for sale; this original impasto oil painting is by the French artist Gaetan Dumas and dates from the 1930s. <br> The painting is presented and supplied in its original Montparnasse frame (which is shown in these photographs).<br> The frame and the canvas have both benefitted from cleaning and conservation, which was performed on our instruction, supervision and approval. A professional small repair to the canvas, performed when in previous ownership, is evident on the reverse. The repair is not visible from the front and is very stable and well done.<br> This vintage painting is in very good condition. It wants for nothing and is supplied ready to hang and display.<br> The painting is signed upper right.<br> <br> Gaëtan Dumas was an accomplished French artist and poet. He was born in Marseille on 22 January 1879, and died in Bordeaux on 24 November 1950. He was known as a painter of portraits, nudes and still life works. His works are noted for a sensitivity and generosity of spirit. He was a member of the Salon des Tuileries, where he exhibited his work and also exhibited regularly at the Salons d’Automne. Posthumous retrospective exhibitions of his work were held by the Salon d’Automne in Paris in 1952 and again in 1960.<br> Today, examples of his work are held by the museums of Bordeaux, Courbevoie, Dijon, Marseille, Meudon, Paris (Petite-Palais) and Toulouse.<br> <br> Dumas is the subject of a book published by Raymond Piquot in 1956, entitled “Gaëtan Dumas, Peintre et Poète, Carnets d’ Atelier”.<br> <br> © Big Sky Fine Art<br> <br> This is an excellent example of the work of French artist and poet Gaëtan Dumas, dating from the 1930s. It is signed by the artist in the upper right section. <br> This original impasto oil painting shows the expert hand of the artist in the confident pallet knife work, deep textures and rich colours. The image is of a young woman, in the prime of her beauty, seated, and nude. She is sitting on an unmade bed or couch, the colours of the rich crumpled fabric beneath her reflected back on her pale skin. Her eyes are cast downwards, to her right; she seems to be contemplating her situation. There is a quiet mystery in her composure which invites the viewer to speculate; is she reflecting on a night of passion? Is this a trace of pleasure, or regret?