There is something particularly life-affirming about the cut-outs. From the early 1940s Matisse was such poor health that he could no longer paint, but this didn't stop him from working. With the cut-outs he moved into a entirely new phase of his work and continued until he died aged 85 in 1954. This got me thinking about artists and longevity. Other artists that I admire - Titian, Goya, Picasso - continued working into old age with no decline in their creative powers, despite painting being such a physical activity. It seems to me that it is not quite the same for writers, something I might explore in another post.
Meanwhile I recommend the Matisse exhibition. It's glorious.