

His wife Annabel writes of his distaste for the surroundings of his Parisian upbringing and his attraction to rural life: “Born in Paris, and brought up by a loving mother in a small apartment, he could escape the concrete and stone only during those brief breaks from school… As soon as he was old enough to choose, he fled the crowds, the noise, the agitation of the city that suffocated him” (Annabel Buffet, Bernard Buffet: Paris (exhibition catalogue), Galerie Tamenaga, New York, 1989, n.p.).