Michel Delacroix, naïf style artist.
The Paris Delacroix paints is not the urban metropolis of the present. It is the dream-like place the city became in 1940, during the Occupation, when “we suddenly jumped fifty years into the past. No more cars in the streets, very few lights. Paris suddenly became very quiet, very dark, and, though people were afraid, there was a brotherhood and spirit that was very delightful. For Delacroix, who was then a child of seven and spared by his age from grasping “the cruelties and absurdities” of war, it was “the one great adventure of my life.”