Oncethere lived an ugly, short painter,with awful face, weak body, whohad to pay a fortune in everymoment as a punishment
for hisphysical appearance. No one cared of hissoul, and this was - people believed- quite natural.
Toulouse-Lautrec had no right to have a woman's love. So, he payed for sex.Toulouse-Lautrec hadno right to happiness. So hepayed for alcohol. Toulouse-Lautrec hadno right to show his sadness, this wouldhave been a complete isolation. So he tried to makejokes, allusions to his body.Toulouse-Lautrec hadno right to ride a horse, to gohunting with his father, so he lost eventhe right to be loved by his father.Toulouse-Lautrec had, infact, no right to do, to feel,to have anything, but one: hisimpressions. And the lines and the colours topaint the strange, pale faces in the MoulinRouge. The colours to paintunhappiness. Toulouse-Lautrec was the one,who gave the best
definition tothis notion.If you want toknow him better, to learn abouthis hidden sadness, his marvelouspainting techniques, about the lines andthe colours which helped him tosurvive, than please visitwww.toulouse-lautrec.fr