Ma vie

The autobiographical book My Life is written in poetic words in their simplest, purest form. Musicians, poor figures, Jewish neighbours on rooftops, cows flying like bearded rabbis, all these things rise to the heavens in his paintings. They are angelic messengers heading up from every continent. The vigorous figures of the painter's young years come to life before our eyes, touching memories of my parents, to go with him to St. Petersburg and then to Paris, full of new painters, from Picasso to Modigliani, where his greatest desire led him: paint. The desire to be yourself and show your world. Chagall greedily devours all Parisian impressions and translates them into paintings.
Could anyone have guessed that one day that poor Jewish boy from Vitebsk would decorate the ceiling of the Paris Opera, ...he'll take you through the dazzling stained-glass windows of the cathedrals of Metz and Chichester, in a church in Zurich, in New York, that the National Museum of the Biblical Message of Marc Chagall in Nizza will open with his participation?