Many of my favourite pictures are painted from above - as from a step ladder. The dining tables, Marthe in the bath etc..
And all those nudes of Marthe, his lifelong companion, how intimate they are, and they give a clue as to the trick Bonnard performs: His world is tremendously used, imperfect, and wholly familiar. It is, in a sense, comic (not haha - indeed occasionally boohoo). Wittering now, so here are some pics.