Sunday, March 18, 2007

Mediteranian Musings

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...


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Raku my World

Inserting ceramics
Creating fire bed

Ceramics ready for the fire

Firing up the bed

Water cooled ceramic
Removing burnt sawdust

This is was Raku day...

Saturday, March 10, 2007

A.I.R. Vallauris - The beginning of the residency

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.