Saturday, March 04, 2006
This is my little barn. I have spent sixteen years fixing it up. It was a ruin when I bought it for $3000, but now it is ready to welcome painters, writers and musicians. This is where I hold watercolor workshops, Laurel and Hardy film festivals, and host yummy meals. I am looking for a cheap second hand video projector so we can have Friday night soups and movies in winter, now that I have a warm woodburning poele. Anyone know where I can get one?
My Rolls, and my fourfooted loverboy. This hangar, behind the barn, is a wonderful shady place where my students and I lunch in summer. Who would have thought that one could get so hungry painting in watercolor, but we do. This year, however, I reckon we are going to have to hold back on the pates, cheeses, and breads and follow the South Beach plan. Some of my clothes haven't seen the light of day for a good few years.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I have found comments on Robert Genn's website, www.painterskeys.com, very helpful. Robert raises topics biweekly and a vast international community of artists respond. The most recent email inspired a lengthy debate between several other artists and me, about getting bogged down artistically.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
The moment of truth has arrived- I have sent off the images and wait nervously for a reply. Whether my approach meshes with the sitter's, or rather the commissioner's expectations is another matter.
Monday, January 30, 2006
On my way down to collect the milk this evening, a ferret slinked across the road. The birds have to be pretty vigilent around here in winter. Foxes and badgers also hunt at night.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thabo is doing his nut. Who would have thought that we had lunch at this very table in the sunshine and shirtsleeves three days ago...
Friday, January 27, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
I am still slogging away on the jacket. No sketching for the moment, but lovely foggy walks with Thabo.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Far too cold to sketch outside today. I warm my hands around a steaming bowl of milky coffee and gaze out through the frosty window pane at the grey sky. Across the street, amongst the detritius in my neighbour's barn, I spy two pointy ears above a bale of hay. I cross the street with an offering of food, but the ears disappear.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
This afternoon, the sun finally managed to push its way through the clouds and shine for a few hours. I took Thabo and Peaches out for a walk, to check on the new lambs that were born in bitter weather between Christmas and New Year. I can't imagine why sheep lamb in the middle of winter but they do.
I took along my sketchpad, and arrived in time to see Antoine, the old refugee (from the Spanish Civil War) pitching hay into the sheep manger. It made a nice sketch.
Mine are already beginning to fade as my head recovers from a wild night of village feasting and feting beginning on the 31 and continuing well into the 1st. There were flagons of champagne. There were pots of foie gras. There was even a boar roasting on a spit above the fire. And there was far too much dancing for these creaky old bones.
In New York I would be in bed with my book and cocoa by 9:30. Will I be able to keep up with the pace of life in Rignac? I heard this part of rural France was quiet in winter- mortel même. I also heard that the winters were mild... I feel like a Dickensian creature as I make my way gingerly down the icy steps to the cellar to retrieve faggots of wood for me fire. Brrrrr...
Here is a picture of the Rignac I have known and painted for the last fifteen years- Rignac in summer. Will I be able to survive here the whole year round? Stay tuned.