a final design for a poster commissioned by jane avril emerged, but was never executed.ad him committed to an asylum. produced a series of masterful depictions of circus scenes remembered from his youth to convince the doctors of his rehabilitation. the drawings persuaded his doctors that he was in charge of his life, but that illusion was short-lived. after a vacation he began to drink heavily, insulting and occasionally assaulting friends and strangers. he frequented old haunts and painted a blowsy courtesan plying her trade-- using looser brushwork than ever before. in 1901, at the age of 36, he died from a combination of syphilis, alcoholism, and congenital infirmities. his father wrote to his first teacher "the little one as you used to call him died last night. i saw him but he did not see me; his eyes were wide open but after three or four days in a delirium they saw nothing. more painful perhaps for us, who have lost him, than for himself, who has come to the end of his suffering." lautrec's eyes, finally closed, had seen like no one else the strangeness, glamour

a final design for a poster commissioned by jane avril emerged, but was never executed. him committed to an asylum. produced a series of masterful depictions of circus scenes remembered from his youth to convince the doctors of his rehabilitation. the drawings persuaded his doctors that he was in charge of his life, but that illusion was short-lived. after a vacation he began to drink heavily, insulting and occasionally assaulting friends and strangers. he frequented old haunts and painted a blowsy courtesan plying her trade-- using looser brushwork than ever before. in 1901, at the age of 36, he died from a combination of syphilis, alcoholism, and congenital infirmities. his father wrote to his first teacher "the little one as you used to call him died last night. i saw him but he did not see me; his eyes were wide open but after three or four days in a delirium they saw nothing. more painful perhaps for us, who have lost him, than for himself, who has come to the end of his suffering." lautrec's eyes, finally closed, had seen like no one else the strangeness, glamour,