Despite his friends and family begging him not to go, for with little money and lack of talent he would starve on the cobbled French …show more content…
Rented out by another artist by the name of Henri Matisse, the studio was dark and dank, with one large, partially broken window facing the entryway. Directly below the window was a single cot, and beside it, an easel and what seemed like about fifty paintings. Matisse explained to Napoleon that he needed the extra money to pay for rental spaces at the local galleries and, in fact, was on his way to go drop off some paintings at the gallery next door. And so, Napoleon was left alone in the studio; he began to go through Matisse’s artwork.
“Mon Dieu, this guy thinks he can actually sell his art? Once I get on my feet and start selling my work, the entire country will know my name.” The next day, Napoleon grabbed a favorite painting of his, a 16x24 painting that looked like a riot broke out between the colors purple and green, and headed to the gallery next door. Confident that they would display his work, he puffed his chest and walked in, immediately demanding to speak to the owner. The owner walked out in the midst of a conversation with Matisse, and lo and behold, it was his newspaper tycoon