Leonor Fini (1908 - 1996) ~ Pleasure, The Flowers of Evil, lithograph, 1964.

Leonor Fini (1908 - 1996) ~ Untitled erotic drawing, pen and ink on paper c1969

Leonor Fini (1907 - 1996) ~ Kiss, lithograph, 1966.

Leonor Fini (1907-1996) ~ The Revelation, lithograph 1980

Leonor Fini (1908- 1996) ~ Death, engraving, date unknown.

Leonor Fini (1904-1995) ~ Escarpolette III, oil on canvas, 1970

Léonor FINI (1908- 1996) ~ The Damned, Oil on paper, date unknown

Léonor Fini (1907-1996) ~ Woman with shield , Pencil, ink and highlights of white gouache, date unknown.

Leonor Fini (1907-1996) ~ Vanity, ink and wash on paper, date unknown.

Leonor Fini (1908-1996) ~ illustration for Farewell by Honore de Balzac 1965

Leonor Fini (1908-1996) ~ The Three Graces, lithograph

Leonor Fini (1904-1995) ... Escarpolette III, oil on canvas 1970

Léonor Fini (1908-1996) ...Carrefour d'Hécate, lithograph c 1985

Leonor Fini (1908-1996) ... illustration for The Temptation Of Saint Anthony by Gustave Flaubert, lithograph 1966

Leonor Fini (1907 – 1996) ...Winter Listening, oil on canvas 1967

Leonor Fini (1908-1996) ... Outrageous Dream, oil on canvas 1978

Leonor Fini ... lithograph ... illustration for The Roman de la Rose... 1976ed

The Roman de la Rose ~ One of the most influential poems of the Middle Ages

Guillaume de Lorris began writing it around 1237 but never finished it. Forty years later, around 1277, Jean de Meun completed the tale. 

Léonor Fini...1966

'' To my friend Jean-Bernard, Gilbert Lely The physical difference between man and woman, this fabulous luxury dazzles me.''

Leonor Fini (1907-1996)... erotica...c.1970

Leonor Fini... La Galère/Jean Genet ... 1947 drawing..

Drawing for Jean Genet's La Galère 1947,a long poem written as a homage to murderer

Harcamone, the book was condemned in 1954 and Genet was fined 100.ooo francs.

"By the threads of death
the weapons of these nights
carried my arms paralyzed by wine
the azure of nostrils
traversed by the rose gone astray
where a gilded doe shudders under the brush...
I astonish myself and lose myself
in pursuing your course
astonishing river
from the veins of discourse"         

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"The tree's blue branches
stretch from the salt to the sky. 
My solitude sings
to my vespers of blood
an air of golden bubbles
squeezing from my lips."

Jean Genet - The Galley