On New Year's Eve 1969, Monica Searle was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer. Experimental at the time, chemotherapy -- the course of action Monica's doctor recommended -- was a leap of faith. After each treatment, her husband Ronald made Monica a Mrs. Mole drawing "to cheer every dreaded chemotherapy session and evoke the blissful future ahead." The Mole idea came after the couple discovered a large cellar in the decrepit house they had just bought in the south of France. Les Très Riches Heures de Mrs Mole gathers 47 of these jewel-like drawings, full of love and light and glowing colors. The title of the book plays off the 15th-century illuminated manuscript Les Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. Never intended for publication, these intimate visual vignettes exude contagious optimism and hope, a kind of earnestness completely and exuberantly devoid of Searle's signature sardonic style.
Everything about them had to be romantic and perfect. I drew them originally for no one's eyes except Mo's, so she would look at them propped up against her bedside lamp and think: 'When I'm better, everything will be beautiful.' --Ronald Searle
This is love.
Monica passed away last summer, some 40 years after her cancer diagnosis, and Ronald Searle joined his beloved last week at the age of 91.
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