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In “The Red Studio,” Matisse took the homemaking Marguerite of his family painting, identified there by the “marguerites” on her dress, and translated her into his atelier’s artful nude, still recognizably daisied.

Red candles, red marguerite daisies and anti-fascist stickers lay at the foot of the 12-foot-tall monument to Marx, the author of “The Communist Manifesto,” recently.

I made this archetypal drawing of the shape of the marguerite, as a child would, and made it in bronze and then painted it as if it were a silk-screen print.

“Ah, marguerites,” she said, using the French word.

One of the nine people who had turned up to say goodbye placed two pots of yellow and white marguerite daisies on the casket.