When good old Henri Matisse, long a widower, lay lingering in his final illness, weaker month by month, he and his fond assistant devised a new technique for art.
The good lady painted sheets of paper whatever colors that he wished and he would sit back on his pillows with a scissors cutting out the shapes which she would paste up per his instructions on a large canvas on an easel by the bed.
These works are very fresh and full of story, music, joy and light. I fancy you can see them laughing with each other.