In France, the age of d’Artagnan in 1662, the artist Philippe de Champaign set to work on a new painting. Not by order of the royal court, as usual – in fulfillment of a vow. Champaign has long ceased to have a family – his wife passed away twenty-four years, and Claude’s son is not alive, her daughter Francoise died. Only Catherine, twenty-six years old, is alive, she is a nun of the Abbey of Por Royal, and recently a miracle happened to her, thanks to which, smear after brushstroke appears, one of Champaign’s best works.
Flemish, who was recognized at the French court
Philippe de Champaign was born in a tailor’s family in Brussels in 1602. His childhood passed in poverty, but the talent for drawing manifested, along with the stubbornness of the boy, did their job – from twelve to sixteen Philip studied with Jean Bouillon, then with Michel de Burdo. With eighteen, the young Flemish teacher became a landscape painter Jacques Fouciere. Continue reading