The art of Degas, always fresh and exciting, has a bittersweet beauty the comes alive in the forty colorplates and numerous full-page black-and-white illustrations of this handsome book.
Degas, like Turner, became a life-long bachelor for art, and was something of a miser of it. The loss of his eyesight must have been tragic.
His portraits, for which he is famous, were made by making a multitude of sketches with each sitter and then crafting them into a picture in his studio.
My copy is yellowed and tearing, and some of the pictures are faded, but I think it gives it a classic charm. The writing is not the best either, but it's a perfect pocket book to carry around if you're going on a flight and want something easy to read and look at.
I'll be on the look out for a new book covering his work, but for now this whet my appetite.