Trudie

I painted Trudie on Monday as part of a "paint-off" hosted by Polly Jackson AKA Ima Wizer.

What Water Gave Me

Willow's poem "Regeneration" reminded me of Frida Kahlo's “Water Gave Me” 1938. It's really worth checking out.

I'm not participating In TT this week. Maybe next.

Synchronicity Part 2 - Attic Books

I have another piece of synchronicity with Kat from Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes.

I only have 2 Canadian readers, besides my mother, and Kat is one of them. She lives about an hour and a quarter away from me and we have never met.

Yesterday (before the dentist) I was preparing to write a small entry about the artist below, Charles van Sandwyk. The only place I have ever seen his work is in a used bookstore in London, Ontario, called Attic Books.

Up pops a post from Poetikat, telling how she had traveled to London this past Monday and had been in Attic Books where she happened upon a favourite childhood book of hers called Tell Me Cat. I was in London this weekend, but for once did not go into Attic Books.

As this is about the 10th thing we've had in common, I contacted Kat and it turns out she had been browsing through the very prints and cards I was writing about. So Kat and I, separated by 75 miles of highway, wrote about items we had bought in the same store (in a city other than our own) and posted it on the same day. I think that's really interesting.

Winter Wren and Other Fairies

I saw a Winter Wren in my back yard today. I’m always taken by surprise when I see one because Winter Wrens are so small I momentarily think that I’m seeing fairies. This wren is the smallest bird I’ve seen next to the Hummingbird and they like to creep around on the trunks of trees and fences usually with their wings spread for camouflage. They are adept at hiding and once I’ve spotted one it’s almost impossible to find it again.

So no, I’m not crazy. But wouldn’t it be nice to see fairies?

Here are a couple of artists that might just be able to see fairies.

Charles van Sandwyk is the author and illustrator of several books including “How to See Fairies”. I found his books, prints and cards in Attic Books in London Ontario. Whenever there, I pick up more of his incredible art. Whether a watercolour of a fable-like creature, a fairy, a monkey or even Toad, Badger or Mole, his works are whimsical and exquisitely detailed. His books and prints are produced on a private antique press and have a real one-of-a-kind feel. Van Sandwyk oversees every step of their publication for his own company, The Fairy Press.

Born in Johannesburg in 1966, van Sandwyk emigrated as a boy to Vancouver Canada. When he finished art college he traveled to the South Pacific where he fell in love with the remote Island of Fiji.

The award-winning van Sandwyk has had extraordinary success and his paintings hang in the National Library of Canada. He eschews technology and he has a simple web-site. Van Sandwyk has a pleasurable routine of winters in Fiji, painting and writing and Canadian summers.

The Hermitage is the online home of the nomadic Rima Staines. Her website is a phantasmagoria of fantasy and a museum of myth”. Rima is an illustrator, painter and "maker of things". A real gypsy, she and her husband live in a “rolling home” and drive from location to location in England

She paints slightly grotesque creatures from folklore and fairy tales. Her bent and monk-like characters appear not just on paper but on tree trunks and hand-made clocks.

Rima also has one of the most original websites I have ever seen. Wander through Rima’s “rooms” and lose yourself for a while. Her medieval quasimodos can be found on Etsy as well.

Images from:
Charles Van Sandwyk www.geocities.com/cvsarts/
www.foliosociety.com

Rima Staineswww.intothehermitage.blogspot.com/

Wren photo: Odephoto, Flickr

Edmund Spenser said something about "teeth being pearls" so...

...it's the dentist for me today. Here's a picture of a 1927 flapper from the Pictorial Review paying her quarterly visit to her Doctor of Dental Surgery.

You Can Fool Some of the People Some of the Time

Krazy Kat from Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes has bestowed upon me the Sexy Blogger Award. ROFLMAO! Translation "Rolling on the Floor Laughing My Arse Off".

I'm thankful there's only one blogger in my blogging orbit that knows me and I'm sure she just choked on her coffee.

I guess I should stop lifting other writer's sexy stuff.

Confused as to whether I should refute this award and say, "No you're wrong" or confirm by saying "Yes you're right", my teenaged son said, "Well, yeah...you're damn sexy" Gentle readers, does it get any better than that?

I'm still unsure as to what to do. I think I have to come up with 5 things about me that might be construed as sexy.

Well my hair could be considered sexy. It's natural.



This antique dutch chocolate pot that I have thinks it's sexy. He should really keep it in his pants.

Here's me in a blue kimono. Very sexy with the older geishas. Just ask Sallymandy.
Ooops! That's a "sexy" Modigliani I have in my TV room.

HERE I am in my blue Kimono - finally found it.




My husband is a sex bomb. He manages to look like Hugh Laurie, Noah Wyle and silent film actor Harold Lloyd all at the same time.

I like to cook. Is that sexy? And like Nigella - I bite.

I'm supposed to pass this on to 5 other sexpots. So for those who want to participate. I pass this award onto:

Tina Tarnoff. She's a sexy artist with big bangs and she's off to paint a mural just like Diego Rivera who was also catnip to the girls.

Brian Miller who is sexy because he loves his wife so much and he has a university credit in ballet for being the only guy big enough to lift the girls.

PJ - more about this later.

Anna at Mit Herz und Hand because I saw a picture of her in her running clothes. She has a nice smile.

And Polly at Sotto Voce because she's feeling old.

NOW, no more tags or memes!

Dolly Dingle's Cousin

When I was about 12 I found an old magazine in our garage - A Pictorial Review from 1927. I had to rescue it from the rubbish as my mother didn't feel 1927 was very old, just as I don't think 1962 is really that long ago.

Anyway, I still have the magazine and it's disintegrating. I scanned a few pages from it. Here's a paper doll called Dolly Dingle's Cousin. Dolly herself, can be found in abundance on the web.

Please feel free to enlarge the image and print it or even give her a name.

I haven't done my taxes yet. I promise something more interesting when I'm done.

"An Orange on the Table"

Tax weekend for us here in the Pup household.

I'll leave you with a poem that my husband likes.

"An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life"

Jacques Prevert

Have a happy weekend! See you on Monday

Hazel

Polly Jackson

The amazing art teacher and painter Polly Jackson took a shine to a picture I had posted of my living room. After she asked my permission to paint it, she provided me with a photo of the finished work. I just loved it and bought it from her. It arrived today. How exciting.

Here's a few pictures.

Theme Thursday - Fire

“There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.”

“Though the heart is an organ of fire” I love that...I believe that.

When I heard that theme for Thursday was to be about fire, the first thing that popped into my head was the scene from the English Patient in which the patient’s caregiver, Hana, reads aloud from his diary.

For those who don’t know, the title character in Michael Ondaatje’s 1992 novel is not English at all, but a sort of citizen-of-the-world. He is critically burned fulfilling a final obligation to his love. Slowly, before he dies, he remembers his life and his final love affair.

The English Patient is one of my all time favourite books and films. I would recommend it to anyone.



Though not quite the same words as the book, here is the scene from the movie.

Ondaatje, Michael, The English Patient, Vintage Books, Canada, 1992

Goosebumps

Here's a piece of goosebump-inducing synchronicity. My 15-year-old son finished reading Steven King's novel Christine yesterday. We found the movie in installments on Youtube and we just finished watching it this morning before "Late Start Wednesdays" at his school.

About half an hour later I remembered I hadn't heard from my blog friend Poetikat for a while so I checked her site to see what she was up to. Poetikat and I have lots in common so I shouldn't have been surprised but her most recent post was a spine-tingling poem titled Driving Lessons about her blue Impala which she had named "Christine".

Ria Munk by Gustav Klimt

I read today that the mayor of the Austrian town of Linz announced that the town will return the Klimt painting entitled, Portrait of a Woman (Ria Munk) to the descendants of a Jewish family who were robbed of it by the Nazis.

Linz Mayor Franz Dobusch said yesterday that the art historian contracted by the town confirmed that the painting had been seized by the Nazis in 1941 when Aranka Munk, Ria Munk’s mother, was deported to the Litzmannstadt concentration camp in Lodz, Poland where she died in 1941.

Art historian, Sophie Lillie, identified the work as a portrait of Ria Munk which the Munk family commissioned from Gustav Klimt in 1911 along with two others.

The daughter of an Austrian Jewish industrialist, Ria committed suicide in December of 1911 because of an unhappy love affair. Klimt painted a portrait of Ria on her deathbed and was then asked for others showing her alive. Klimt created two posthumous portraits of Ria in the following years. Klimt himself died before he completed the second portrait shown above.

The painting is worth 15 million Euro ($24 million Cdn) and the legal heir, remaining anonymous, issued a statement welcoming the decision and thanking local authorities, stating that the return of the painting was "profoundly joyful."

I’ll bet.

Brundibár - Holocaust Remembrance Day

The opera "Brundibár" was written by a Jewish Czech composer Hans Krása in 1938. In 1942, he was deported to Terezín (or Theresienstadt), a former garrison town near Prague appropriated by the Nazis to assemble European Jews in one location prior to transportation to the death camps.

The opera, first staged in a Jewish orphanage in Prague in 1942, is a delightful folk tale intended for a cast of children. In Terezín, Krása's opera Brundibár was performed more than fifty times by children and musicians from the ghetto. One of the children that auditioned for the children’s opera was Ela Stein Weissberger. Weissberger was 11 years old when she arrived at Terezin in February 1942. Her first sight at the Nazi controlled camp was several young men, hanging dead in the square.

Weissberger spent three years in the concentration camp, sharing a cramped room with 27 other girls. She landed the part of the cat in the opera.

Brundibár tells the story of two children singing to raise money to buy milk for their sick mother. An evil organ grinder (Brundibár), throws them out of the town square. A sparrow, a cat (Ela Weissberger's role), a dog and a chorus of children come to their aid, helping them sing louder than the organ grinder and collect enough money to help their mother. The opera concludes with a victory song which the Nazis didn’t seem to comprehend had a double meaning.

Weissberger said “In our eyes, Brundibár was Hitler. ... We wanted a victory over a terrible man,” she says.*

Many of Europe’s Jewish artists and intellectuals were sent to Terezin. The staging of Brundibár was ideally suited for Terezín because of the numbers of musicians, and artists imprisoned there. But during the rehearsals and performances, there was a constant stream of new performers, replacing the previous musicians and child performers who were being shipped to Auschwitz for extermination.

Ela Weissberger played the cat in all 55 performances, including the infamous day in June 1944. A show was put on for visiting members of the International Red Cross who had been invited to the camp by the Nazis for a day of deceit. The camp was cleaned up. The children given extra food and the opera played in a grand auditorium on first rate instruments, in an effort to show the Red Cross how well the Nazi’s were treating their Jewish inmates.

Weissberger remembers how the young children were told to call the Commandant “Uncle” and to say things like “Oh, no uncle, not sardines again!”, when if fact, they were living on thin soup and a frozen potato. Bread with margarine was made to last three days.

The phony performance was such a success that it was repeated for a notorious propaganda film created by the Nazis called “The Fuhrer Gives a Village to the Jews.”

“I remember it well because we were so scared of the Nazis. They were standing in the gallery of the theater,” (Weissberger) says, naming Adolf Eichmann, mastermind of the Holocaust that killed 6 million Jews, Henrik Himmler, and the commander of Terezin. “There is one part in Brundibár, the lullaby, that is very close to our hearts. When we started to sing the lullaby, they sat down and took off their hats." *

However, directly after that performance, Weissberger says, most of the children were sent to the gas chambers at Auschwitz and executed. Of the 28 girls living in cramped quarters with Weissberger only 3 remained. She found out later that 14 did in fact survive.

“We were originally 15,000 children, and only 100 survived. It is by a miracle that I can talk about it. I was saved. I think I speak in the voices of those that couldn't make it. All that is left behind a whole generation of children are a couple of poems and pictures.” *

Krása the composer was also gassed at Auschwitz.

I originally heard of this story watching a documentary about Brundibár on CBC. In it, a young teen playing the cat makes a pilgrimage back to the Czech Republic with Ela Weissberger. I cried for the whole hour.

In the picture above Ela Weissberger is the girl in black in the front row.

Ela Stein Weissberger has also collaborated on a book with Susan Goldman Rubin. The children’s book The Cat With the Yellow Star: Coming of Age in Terezin is available at Amazon.

* Janelle Gelfand, A conversation with ... Ela Stein Weissberger, The Cincinnati Enquirer

Marsha Lederman, Finding Hope in a Concentration Camp Opera, The Globe and Mail

Let a Smile be Your Umbrella

Obviously synchronized with Giulia Geranium, I was about to publish a happy picture of Picasso and Gilot and Giulia beats me to it. The Pablo and Francoise part anyway.

Point being, it's been raining here all day with a temperature of 5˚Celsius and wind gusts up to 50 kilometers per hour. My hands are still cold from being outside.

Here's a Robert Capa photo of Picasso and Francoise Gilot in happy days and a picture of a couple of copycats enjoying the summer.

C. Auguste Dupin – The First Detective

168 years ago today, Edgar Allen Poe's story, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, first appeared in Graham’s Magazine. Generally considered to be the first detective story, it focuses on the extraordinary analytical skills demonstrated by Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin, the detective who solves the mysterious brutal murder of two women in Paris.

Despite numerous witnesses overhearing the suspect, no one can agree on what language was spoken. At the murder scene, Dupin finds a hair that does not appear to be human…

Monkeys as Judges of Art1889

Gabriel Cornelius von Max (1840 - 1915)
www.pinakothek.de/neue-pinakothek

Vincent

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec Portrait of Vincent Van Gogh 1887 © Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam/Vincent Van Gogh Foundation

The Clever Pup Time Machine

I've been reorganizing my Labels and I've invented one called The Time Machine.

The Time Machine can only go backwards and frequently gets stuck in 19th Century France, a glitch I'm trying to iron out. If you dare click the Label below you'll find artists, lovers, maybe a thug and a spy.

So cue up the Dr. Who theme. Can you hear the Tardus chugging in the distance? Have a good time. See you soon I hope.

Oh, and don't forget your goggles.

"Don't Speak to the Man at the Wheel" - A Party with Toulouse-Lautrec!!!!

Out of all of the “Artists Table” books, i.e. Monet’s Table, Renoir’s Table, I get the impression that it was Toulouse-Lautrec who really liked to cook.

He would gather friends together for sumptuous meals. Sometimes he would arrange to cook at someone else’s house.

“ A letter dated November 11, 1899 to Jacques Bizet , son of the composer,informs “ Dear Master, here is the list of fish to be obtained, Eels, (one pound), 2 gurnards, 1 hake, 1 sole, I small lobster. Seasonings: garlic, cayenne pepper, olive oil. Have all this at 5 o’clock Sunday. We will be there at 6.15 o’clock, Viaud and I. Our humble respects to Madame Bizet and to you. H.T.
Lautrec. ”

I’ve read recounts of trips to summer homes in which the guests and participants wait in anticipation for Lautrec to whip out a frying pan and treat them all to an omelet or a similar fry-up. He was keen to publish a book of his own recipes, which he might have done if he hadn’t died at the age of 36. After his death, his art dealer, Maurice Joyant, found the recipes among Toulouse’s papers and had them published. Now known as 'The Art of Cuisine' by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec and Maurice Joyant (Holt, Rinehart and Winston), I have them on order as of today from Amazon. More to come!!

“In the winter of 1895 Alexandre Natanson asked Lautrec to organize the private view of the nine decorative panels ordered from Vuillard for their house at 60,avenue du Bois Boulogne. As master of ceremonies, Lautrec took care of every last detail, from the illustrated invitation promising “American and other drinks” to the creation of temporary rest rooms. The large drawing room was emptied of its valuable furniture and turned into the “Bar des Alexandre.”

“In front of a long mahogany counter were a few high stools on which drinkers could comfortably perch. A notice between two liqueur advertisements warned “Don’t speak to the man at the wheel,” in other words, the barman. Impassive, silent and virtually unrecognizable, with head and beard shaved,apart from two comical tiny patches, Lautrec was dressed in a white jacket and awaist coat made out of the American flag. His assistant was, in an amusing juxtaposition, Maxime Dehomas, a colossus, nearly 6 ½ feet tall, dressed similarly in white”

“Some three hundred guests, the cream of Paris society, watched the maneuvers of these two astonishing waiters, juggling their flasks and their shakers. A complete list of the drinks on offer would defy belief: champagne, port, aperitif wines….syrups, eaux-de vie, Cognac, Armagnac, Calvados, whisky, gin…Everything Lautrec could think of was to be found there. Nor did he omit the customary cocktail snacks, hot sauces, spices, without which everything tasted bland, Worcester sauce, cloves, nutmegs, paprika, red pepper, not to mention bitters, extracted from the bark of the shrub called the angostura”

Here’s a fairly simple and innocuous recipe for Port Wine Cobbler:

½ tbsp sugar
1 liqueur glass of redcurrant syrup
2 sherry glasses of red port

Tip the sugar into a shaker. Add the syrup and the port. Fill the shaker with ice; close and shake hard. Pour into glasses and serve with long straws and fresh fruit, cherries, etc.

Happy Weekend Everybody!!



Quotations from Toulouse-Lautrec’s Table, Genvieve Diego-Dortignac, Jean-Bernard Naudin and Andre Daugin., Random House, New York 1993

What the (Deuce)?

Waaaw! I want somebody to pay me 40K a month for posting pictures of my dog and sparkly rings and for shooting my mouth off about motherhood as if I had just invented it.

To top it off, whenever I visit her site my Internet Explorer breaks!!

Movie Suggestions Anyone...?

Hi all,

My mum has asked me for some current DVD recommendations for her. As my taste lately is running towards foreign film I can't think off the top of my head what English language films she might like.

I've seen a lot of X-Men, Ironman type movies with my son but they don't count.

She likes English movies, historical movies, a good comedy and a good mystery. They should be clever and not necessarily chipper. A good example is that she loved "Stage Beauty" but hated "Pretty Woman".

I welcome all your suggestions.

Hazel

Theme Thursday - Earth

Gaia, the goddess in Greek mythology, is Mother Earth. Gaia came out of the great empty void of Chaos. From her was borne Uranus, the sky god, her equal, who was both her son and her soon-to-be husband. Without a mate she produced the mountains and Pontus, the sea.

Gaia took Uranus as her husband and their offspring included the Titans, the Cyclops and three monsters known as the Hecatonchires. Uranus was aghast at the nature of their offspring. Fearful of her husband’s great strength, Gaia hid them all within herself to protect them. Terribly uncomfortable for all, her youngest, Cronus, came to the rescue by severing the union between Gaia and Uranus with his sharp knife, ouch! thus separating the connection between the Earth and Sky.

The idea that the nurturing, fertile earth is female is widespread and has been prevalent since prehistoric times. The ever-so-tubby Venus of Willendorf is widely believed to be an “Earth Mother.” The Egyptians had their fertility goddesses as did the Sumerians. The Phoenicians had Aretsaya as their Goddess of the Earth. The Inca had Pachamama. What a name!

The Native American creation myth features a divine woman falling from the sky with no land to live on. Hurriedly, mouthful by mouthful, the beaver, the muskrat and the toad brought muddy earth up from the sea floor to create land upon the Turtle's back. The divine woman gave birth, without the aid of a man, to twin boys; one good one evil. Cain and Abel, anyone? The good one was born without fuss but the evil one decided to spring from his mother’s side causing her death.

When the woman was buried, all of the plants needed for life on earth sprang from the ground above her.

Always popular with the pagan, celebrating Mother Earth has a renewed appeal with the green movement.

Hundertwasser said, “You are a guest of Nature – behave”.
And I say, "Be nice to your Mother. She's the only one you've got."


The great picture above is from The Lost Gardens of Heligan. www.heligan.com

Briar Rose - Elizabethan Garden Mural

Rainforest Mural

I'm a messy painter so I like to paint BIG. Here are some shots of my son's bedroom painted around 2000. He still likes it.

Klimt in the Corner of My Bedroom

I've painted a couple of murals over the past few years. I painted this Klimt-inspired patchwork over a small wall in my bedroom to cover some cracks.

My son has a rain-forest in his bedroom and I've got an Elizabethan-knot-thing going on, on my fence in the garden.

Ottawa's Tulips

In May close to a million tulips in more than 50 varieties fill Ottawa's flower beds. These Dutch tulips are some of the first signs of spring found in Canada's capital.

Created in 1954 to commemorate the annual gift of tulips sent from Holland to the Canadian people, The Canadian Tulip Festival is the world's largest.


top photo is from www.leevalley.com/newsletters
bottom photo is from http://www.canadascapital.gc.ca/

Tulip Time

Here are some aerial shots of Dutch tulip fields that I found at The Style Files.

In 1945 the Dutch Royal Family expressed their gratitude to Canada for sheltering Princess Juliana during World War II by sending 100,000 tulip bulbs to Ottawa.

During the Dutch Royal Family's time in Canada, Princess Juliana gave birth to Princess Margriet in an Ottawa Hospital. The hospital's maternity ward was officially declared to be part of international territory, at least temporarily, so that the baby would inherit only her mother's Dutch citizenship. In 1946, Princess Juliana sent another 20,500 bulbs requesting that a display be created for the hospital, and promised to send 10,000 more bulbs each year.

Victorine Meurent - A Muse and An Artist

In many of Edouard Manet’s paintings the focus is on a ginger-haired woman that, although not at all identical from picture to picture, turns out to be the same model. The nudes in Dejeuner sur L’Herbe and Olympia; the demure Young Lady in 1866, The Street Singer and The Gare St. Lazare; and even the boy in The Fifer are all Victorine Meurent.


Victorine Louse Meurent, despite being a famous artist’s model, was an artist in her own right, who exhibited repeatedly at the prestigious Paris Salon. Because Manet painted her as a courtesan or a demimondaine, viewers had the misconception that Victorine Meurent was a girl of the streets when in fact, she came from a family of artisans and aspired to an art career from an early age.


Born in 1844, Victorine’s father was patinator of bronzes and her mother a milliner. She started modeling at the age of sixteen in the studio of Thomas Couture. Couture also offered drawing classes for women and young Victorine may have developed her artistic talent at that time.


Victorine first modeled for Edouard Manet at age 18, posing for a painting entitled, The Street Singer. Manet was first drawn to Victorine when he saw her in the street carrying her guitar. Particularly noticeable for her petite stature and her red hair, she was given the nickname La Crevette, (The Shrimp) because of her smallness.

Victorine sang in cafes. She played guitar and the violin and gave lessons in both instruments. She also modeled for Manet’s friends, the Belgian painter Alfred Stevens with whom she had a romantic attachment, and Edgar Degas.


I can imagine that Victorine must have been quite notorious in Paris circles. When Le Déjeuner sur L’Herbe was first exhibited at the 1863, the public’s response ranged from laughter to outright violence with more than one visitor expressing his outrage by striking out at the image. Regarding Olympia, as I have mentioned in previous posts, she was ridiculed as looking like a female gorilla with green and decaying flesh.


Manet continued to use Victorine as a model until the early 1870s, when she took up her art classes again and they parted ways. Victorine was drawn to the more academic style of painting to which Impressionist Manet was opposed.

In 1876 her paintings were selected to be exhibited at the Paris Salon, when Manet's work was not. Her entry Bourgeoise de Nuremberg au XVIe siècle, at the Académie des Beaux-Arts in 1879, hung in the same room Manet’s contribution that year. In total Victorine exhibited in the Salon six times.

Meurent continued to support herself through the 1880s by modeling for Norbert Goeneutte, an artist best known for his etchings, and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, but she appears to have fallen on hard times. In 1883 she wrote to Manet's widow, recalling to Madame Manet her late husband's promise to forward her with some money if he succeeded in selling the paintings for which she had posed. Madame Manet was not accommodating.


Despite the fact that in the 1890s Victorine could be found drinking heavily and trying to flog her drawings throughout Montmartre, she exhibited her art again in 1893 at the Palais de l’Industrie. In 1903 Meurent was admitted to the Société des Artistes Français. Candidates for this association needed the sponsorship of two members, and one of Victorine’s sponsors was the society's founder, Tony Robert-Fleury.

For the last twenty years of her life, Victorine shared a house in Colombes, a suburb of Paris, with a woman named Marie Dufour. Local census records indicate that Victorine called herself an artist.

Meurent died in 1927. After the death of her companion Dufour in 1930, the contents of the house were liquidated and neighbours recalled the last few contents of the house, including a violin and its case, being burnt on a bonfire.

Only one of Victorine’s works is known to survive, Le Jour des Rameaux or Palm Sunday was recovered in 2004 and now hangs in the Colombes History Museum. The location of most of Meurent's creations is unknown and may in fact be lost. A record of the sale of one of her paintings in 1930 was the last report of her works.