The publishers most gratefully acknowledge the help and assistance of the Balthus Foundation. In addition, the author and the publishers would like to express their gratitude to the late Pierre Matisse, the late Henriette Gomes and to His Grace the Duke of Beaufort for their help in gathering photographic material for the first version of this book. We would also like to thank the private individuals who have allowed their works to be photographed for this book and the institutions that have supplied us with transparencies. We are indebted first and foremost to Countess Setsuko Klossowska de Rola. We would also like to thank Thomas Fay, Martin Summers and The Lefevre Gallery, Madame Virginie Monnier and Madame Bernard Hahnloser for their generous and invaluable contributions.
With the death of Balthus in February 2001, the world lost one of the great painters of the twentieth century. Born into an aristocratic Polish family in 1908, Balthus grew up amid the most cultivated and artistic circles of Geneva, Berlin and Paris. Brilliantly precocious, he developed early his twin fascinations with the East and with Europe's old masters - inspirations that show in the poise and peculiar timelessness of his paintings. But his work is also suffused with an eroticism and sense of mystery that betray much more modern influences.
Balthus was an artist of unflinching integrity. Out of step with the modern movement, until the 1960s he was hailed by only a tiny group of connoisseurs - among them, Picasso. By the mid- 1980s his work had achieved international renown, but he remained acutely wary of public scrutiny. He believed passionately that his paintings were to be looked at, not read about, or read into. As a result the enigmatic aura of his art came to envelop the man himself - even when, in his later years, he finally let down his guard and allowed journalists and scholars into his magnificent chalet home at Rossiniere in the Swiss Alps.