Max-Agostini's small house in Gargilesse would have well hidden the artist's life there, if at the first glance, one didn't see the huge red climbing rosebush which reached up to the roof. Its flowers melt into the reddish tiles and its branches slide their way into the windows, allowing Pierrette to pick flowers for bouquets directly the second floor. Like flames of an outdoor chimney fire, the reddened but not burned petals leap toward the sky.
How many years of care and hard work, of the rosebush and for the painter, were necessary for them both to bloom forth in such a profuse tone that we think its just one color ? Close up, the "peeker" sees that all the palette's nuances are present, in touches as light as butterflies clumped together, to form a living tableau: almost "moving" strawberries.

"Birds of a feather, flock together."