Look at those flowers, those dazzling flowers, so light, so misty, so carnal! It is a glistening cascade of hawthorn, blueberries, lillies, daisies, peonies, irises, dahlias, poppies, guelder-roses, phlox, buttercups, digitalis and especially roses, roses of every shape, every kind and every colour.
And these flowers, so rarely arranged in order, almost always thrown in a jumble, live again with such intensity, so ardently, so violently that when we look at a canvas by Marval, we think that it will soon fade and die away like a bouquet.
But of course it won't, these shimmering paintings, done with such force and tenderness, by this solitary and wild Jacqueline Marval. Art which is honest, haughty and deep gives them permanence. From her window on the Quai Saint Michel, Marval's gaze went as far and as high as the greatest…
Night falling on Notre Dame. The last glows of twilight fall on the embankment, in folds of shadow and silence, we can only hear the cry of a faraway boat. Paris is like a little abandoned harbour. Everything gets dark, such a cold and sad darkness… But in front of me a mottled spray of flowers fills the studio with charm and light…
D’après le Dictionnaire Biographique des Artistes Contemporains, 1910-1930,
Edouard Joseph, Art & Edition, Paris, 1931 (Droits Réservés)