This is a picture of a rumsteak dinner with truffles that I had in the neighbourhood restaurant a few days ago. I thought my
computer 'ate' the photo.
I have a few snaps of scenic jaunts around where my residency takes place I thought I would share.
To the left is a close-up of a cork tree. As I have been consuming wine with the stoppers primarily made from this tree, it seems appropriate to include this picture, taken en route to a quest for sculpture materials and tools. The harvesting of the cork bark may or may not be bad for the tree. I broke off a piece, as a memento - I doubt the tree will miss the bit I would like to bring back with me. Maybe customs will prevent that?
Departing from the harbour at Cannes...
A passenger on the boat to the L'isle de Lerins...
On the edge of the Mediterranean Sea... off the L'isle de Lerins
A few picture of the Fort Royal - Saint Marguerite...
En route to the rampart...
A view of Cannes from the gun-hold...
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Sunday, March 18, 2007
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|Ceramics ready for the fire|
|Firing up the bed|
|Removing burnt sawdust|
This is was Raku day...
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Seems like another world has embraced me - a time where plagues were rampant, Napoleon landed, a time where tampanade and truffles are ordinary fare. Only the olive spread and dark aromatic culinary delight are the norm, as is the well-worn architecture.
A labyrinth-like geography, this town has four corners, a plaza on each. Cloistered in one of the towering houses, I share an Ikea furnished living space with two other artists, one American, another Irish. We each have a separate studio, and mine is shown above (exterior). I have only visited my converted donkey stable, and wonder what kind of work will be produced in this stone chamber.
Extreme sensory perceptions are rampant as I walk up the cobbled, steep hill to the place where I can concentrate on sculpture again. The heavy stones calm me from my mysterious angst. History presses on this West Coast inhabitant. I need to dig deep into my ancestral past to find the sculpture within me.