This story of a painter destroyed by his own genius and condemned by his desire for perfection is a deep reflection on the creation and the dangers it entails for the artist thief of fire. It is also a prescient portrait of the brilliant painter in which Cézanne, the quintessential perfectionist artist who was asking his models for tens of hours, was inevitably acknowledged: "Frenhofer, it's me," said the Master Aix.
This book, which chronicles the quest of a painter's work perfect and definitive, obviously doomed quest and death, reflected the feelings of all creators face the mystery and infinity that represents the act to create. Blanchot said that to create is to get closer to death; we have here clear proof ... 90 pages of a great book.
