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Nights in the colors of escape, for you, stationary travelers of the Windsor Hotel.

Antoine BAUDOIN had not visited all the countries that nourished his murals, but at the tip of his brushes, his generous virtuosity was the very essence of his painting. Thus, like in an oriental tale, a picture book where characters merge with landscapes near and far, these airy murals draw you in, into a world whose scents and music you sense, filling your senses and dreams.

Egypt, India, Japan, a garden by Douanier Rousseau, the Promenade des Anglais… Or even Spain of Don Quixote, sketched with pencil…

And the blur flows into the texture of the wall. Which eventually ceases to exist.

Solid transparency, inner strength, under the relevance of the brush.

He was barely twenty, Antoine, the impish spirit who would soon depart for other stars, leaving us the grace of his inner worlds.

Have a beautiful journey, Sir, Madam!

Paulette BAUDOIN (sister of the artist), August 2020