A Different Kind of Color
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Vallauris
miles of walking
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| Musée Picasso Vallauris |
My month long art residency at AIR Vallauris began on March 29.
Dale (director of the residency) introduced to me to Leslie Parke,
a painter from upstate New York, and the only other artist for the session.
Over a very french lunch, Dale, Leslie and I got acquainted.
a painter from upstate New York, and the only other artist for the session.
Over a very french lunch, Dale, Leslie and I got acquainted.
The house is a small narrow four story stone building in the center of town.
We each had our own floor with a monk-like room, bathroom and small work area.
The kitchen/living area is on the second floor
and the ground floor houses the AIR Vallauris office and gallery.
Dale handed us our welcome packages filled with maps, bus schedules,
and our own tight art making schedule.
He gave us an overall view of our artistic and domestic responsibilities
and most importantly said he needed a piece of art
and our bios for our show's postcard,
by the following week.
Nothing like jumping in on day one!
We each had our own floor with a monk-like room, bathroom and small work area.
The kitchen/living area is on the second floor
and the ground floor houses the AIR Vallauris office and gallery.
Dale handed us our welcome packages filled with maps, bus schedules,
and our own tight art making schedule.
He gave us an overall view of our artistic and domestic responsibilities
and most importantly said he needed a piece of art
and our bios for our show's postcard,
by the following week.
Nothing like jumping in on day one!
We saw our ceramic studios,
located in two separate buildings up a steep hill,
and then toured the town.
located in two separate buildings up a steep hill,
and then toured the town.
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| Pablo Picasso Linocut |
Vallauris, a very small working class town located
in the Provence-Alpes
just north of Golfe-Juan and midway between Cannes and Antibes.
It is best known for ceramics and AIR Vallauris is primarily,
but not exclusively a residency for ceramic artists.
Ceramics have been in production in Vallauris since Roman times
but it really hit it's artistic stride in the 1940's when
Picasso and pals came to town.
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| Picasso ceramics from Madoura |
From the late 40s, an influx of potters from different parts of the country gravitated there,
drawn to the attractive living and working conditions of this small, old, picturesque, town.
In 1946, Picasso came to Madoura where he experimented with painted, sculptural ceramics.
He lived in Vallauris from 1948 until 1955.
is still home to many serious artists and ceramists.
But, it is a bit tired and rundown.
Lots of buildings are empty and
the too many kitschy souvenir pottery shops are unavoidable,
selling every shaped cup, plate, vase, or urn
decorated with the ubiquitous Provençal themes
of grapes, lavender, olives or sunflowers.
And the tourists who flock to town love them!
As I looked around, my enthusiasm waned...
My original proposal was to do watercolor paintings of the markets, streets scenes and sea.
Having previously done that at the residency in Biarritz,
the idea now seemed bland and repetitive.
The closest water was in Golfe-Juan,
a popular spot for beach goers, retirees and the yachting crowd,
but not my kind of painting place
My original proposal was to do watercolor paintings of the markets, streets scenes and sea.
Having previously done that at the residency in Biarritz,
the idea now seemed bland and repetitive.
The closest water was in Golfe-Juan,
a popular spot for beach goers, retirees and the yachting crowd,
but not my kind of painting place
So the next day in search of inspiration I walked to
Le Cannet
March 30, 7.91 miles
Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947) is one of my favorite painters.
He lived and worked in Le Cannet for almost 22 years,
depicting the sea, gardens and light of the Midi.
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| Pierre Bonnard Paysage du Cannet |
I was sure that something along the way there would appeal.
I walked and looked, just about every promising vista
was obscured by hedges or those fake green hedges.
was obscured by hedges or those fake green hedges.
YIKES it was the SUBURBS!
Everyone seemed to want to hide their little bit of heaven from any interlopers!
There were glimpses of landscape but nowhere to sit,
no water source and an uphill hike all the way to Le Cannet.
So far everything seemed to be conspiring against me
I had a nice lunch in town, went to the Musée Bonnard, couldn't find his house,
then walked back, tired and discouraged
There were glimpses of landscape but nowhere to sit,
no water source and an uphill hike all the way to Le Cannet.
So far everything seemed to be conspiring against me
I had a nice lunch in town, went to the Musée Bonnard, couldn't find his house,
then walked back, tired and discouraged
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| Cannet then and now |
For the next couple of days, I worked on watercolors (A Different Kind of Color)
based on the towns I had already visited, and started playing with some porcelain.
based on the towns I had already visited, and started playing with some porcelain.
And I studied every guide book in the house trying to find somewhere suitable
on the sea to paint outside
until finally
SUCESS!
on the sea to paint outside
until finally
SUCESS!
Just off the coast of Cannes about 20 minutes away by boat are the Lérin Islands
Cannes/ Île Saint-Honorat
April 2, 6.26 miles
April 2, 6.26 miles
With paints, paper, and provisions,
I caught the "dollar" (1 euro) bus to Cannes, about 1/2 hour away.
It was my first time there and
it took a while but I found the tourist office and got a map of town and directions to the quai.
It was my first time there and
it took a while but I found the tourist office and got a map of town and directions to the quai.
With
seconds to spare, I made it to the boat.
I chose Île Saint-Honorat, the second largest of the Lérins islands.
Its bigger neighbor Île
Sainte-Marguerite, home of Fort Royal prison
and known for its infamous inmate the Man in the Iron Mask,
was too crowded.
and known for its infamous inmate the Man in the Iron Mask,
was too crowded.
Saint-Honorat is only 1.5km long and 4km wide.
It is named for Saint Honoratus, the Abbot of the monastery of Lérins,
which was founded there around 410.
which was founded there around 410.
Today the island is inhabited by about 22 Cistercian monks.
They are the only ones who live there,
cultivating 8 hectares of vines, the gardens and the numerous ancient olive trees.They are the only ones who live there,
The vineyards produce 6 different grape varietals and
the island is known for its wines, lavender and olive oils.
the island is known for its wines, lavender and olive oils.
Aleppo and maritime pines edge the coastline, and razor sharp looking rocks stud the water.
It is quiet early in the day, breezy with beautiful views of the sea, the vineyards
and the mainland.
The vines were just opening up, the trees beginning to flower and
the wisteria in full bloom, when I arrived
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| Abbaye Lérins |
After an initial recon, I did some really bad paintings.....
(not shown here!)
but was finally
Happy
Happy
Île St Honorat
April 6, 6.56 miles
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| Rock the Casbah 1 |
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| Rock the Casbah 2 |
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| Rock the Casbah 3 |
My second day there, I relaxed into a routine:
grab a pricey café crème at La Tonnelle (the only restaurant)
fill up the water bottle
find the right spot empty of people
start working
THEN
try to ignore
all those other visitors getting off the next boat
the vacationing families
the school groups
the monk groupies
the wine drinkers
the yachters
the curious watching over my shoulder
and
do three paintings
Back in Vallauris
Leslie and
I settled into a companionable routine too
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| Leslie Parke |
She was painting ceramics and, painting "Goya on Garbage"
tiny studies of Goya's paintings on found materials
in one of the ceramic studios
On the days I wasn't off on the island,
I continued working on my "A Different Kind of Color" watercolors in our kitchen
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| Nemesis....Pigeons at Night Vallauris |
and used the other ceramic studio to work on my porcelain Coasters
d'Azurs
We'd
meet up late in the afternoon, sometimes walk downhill to Golfe-Juan for a
café,
or go food shopping.
At night we'd chat about the day over dinner and a glass of rosé.
Every Tuesday we'd meet with Dale, discuss our progress,
get supplies and plan the next week.
By the end of week one, we had our images ready for the postcard!
Feeling better about work having an escape hatch to Saint-Honorat,
Vallauris began to grow on me.
I liked walking around town discovering things.
Vallauris began to grow on me.
I liked walking around town discovering things.
I visited the Picasso Museum, and Madoura, found a decent boulangerie,
and discovered the joys of the Intermarché, an enormous supermarket.
A real plus for a town without even a cheese shop!
and discovered the joys of the Intermarché, an enormous supermarket.
A real plus for a town without even a cheese shop!
After dinner we'd go to our separate floors, netflix and books on our separate devices
Outlander for me and Un Village Français for Leslie
Outlander for me and Un Village Français for Leslie
Saint-Honorat
April 11, 5.25 miles
My twice weekly trips to Saint-Honorat were theraputic, the boat rides,
fresh air, the shocking turquoise water
and the peacefulness were a bright change.
fresh air, the shocking turquoise water
and the peacefulness were a bright change.
In such a beautiful natural place, I thought a lot about my father and
liked to imagine his spirit in the clouds above watching me paint, playing cards and golf with his pals,
hanging out in the vineyards
communing silently with the monks,
and sharing a glass of their best rouge.....(380 Euros a bottle!)
liked to imagine his spirit in the clouds above watching me paint, playing cards and golf with his pals,
hanging out in the vineyards
communing silently with the monks,
and sharing a glass of their best rouge.....(380 Euros a bottle!)
and my paintings progressed
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| Parsien du Nord |
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| Beggin |
End of the island day, before catching the boat back
next up, more island, paintings and
Antibes etc...
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| Musée Picasso Antibes |
