Atelier de Balthus Incense Box

In the painterʼs wood panelled studio time stands still. Through the great

atelier window, with its view on verdant alpine pastures, the rays of the

north light fall like powder on the tubes, the palettes, the pots of paint, the

sketched canvasses and the rags still soaked with linseed oil. The heady

odour of turpentine floats in the air, mingling with the delicious smoky,

honeyed and woody aromas of tobacco and cedar.