The French movie Séraphine traces two decades of the life of Séraphine de Senlis, a French painter, self-taught, of very modest origin and died in misery. By chance, during the same week, I saw At Eternity's Gate and then Séraphine. Obviously, two very different ways of filming for 2 distinct painters with both an all-consuming passion and a growing madness. What if? What would have happened if Séraphine de Senlis had been exposed in 1913, rue Notre Dame des Champs, within Paris, by Wilhelm Uhde, and if the First World War had not occurred?
Review of Seraphine
