Antonio Machado 1875 – 1939

“My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open, far off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.” – Antonio Machado

“Travelers, there is no path. Paths are made by walking.” – Antonio Machado

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While visiting Collioure, a strikingly beautiful beach village, several years ago with a friend, we ventured into the cemetery. On that first visit, I became quite curious as there were a large crowd of people surrounding one of the graves. The group stayed for quite some time and it seemed that it was a pilgrimage. After they moved on, I was able to take a look and unfortunately nothing more having my camera out of commission at the time. When my friend returned to France this time and suggested a visit to Collioure, I checked out my camera and prepared for capturing these photos. 

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While this group of four is a much smaller gathering than what I witnessed the last time I was here, there seems to be a steady stream of those coming to honor the great poet. It would have been lovely to have a closer shot but I did not want to intrude.

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As you can see, to the right of the headstone is a mailbox for those who want to leave a message. Those tiny white stones which appear to be scattered are actually placed as remembrances from those who come to pay their respects. Most have messages on them. Some simply have a date or initials. If you look back at the first photo in this post you can see some of those stones more clearly.

THE WIND, ONE BRILLIANT DAY

 “The wind, one brilliant day, called                                                                                                to my soul with the odor of jasmine.

‘In return for the odor of my jasmine                                                                                                 I’d like the odor of all your roses.’

‘I have no roses; all the flowers                                                                                                           in my garden are dead.’

‘Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves                                                  and the waters of the fountain.’

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:                                                                          ‘What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?’

– Antonio Machado

Born in Seville, the young Antonio moved with his family to Madrid in 1883 where he and his brother, Manuel, joined the Free Educational Institution. This was where Antonio discovered his passion for literature. At the age of seventeen, he lost his father and took on a series of jobs including acting. At the dawning of the new century, he joined his brother in Paris. Manuel already had gained employment as a translator. In Paris, Antonio encountered Jean Moréas and Paul Fort and other contemporary figures in the literary world including Oscar Wilde. Such connections supported his decision that he too would be a poet.Antonio’s first poems were published in a literary journal, Electra, in 1901 and followed two years later by his first collection in 1903, Soledades. A second edition was published in 1907.

Antonio was offered a teaching position, French, in Soria and there he met Leonor Izquierdo Cuevas. He married Miss Cuevas in 1909 when he was 34 years old and the young lady was fifteen. Three years later they returned to Paris. Unfortunately, Leonor developed tuberculosis and returned to Spain where she died on 1 August, 1912. Antonio was devastated by his loss and shortly after the publication of Campos de Castilla, he left Soria for good. His next home was in Baeza, in Andalusia. He published a new edition of Campos de Castilla in 1916 in which he included poems on the death of his wife.

Machado taught French in Segovia from 1919 to 1931 and this allowed him to live closer to his brother who was in Madrid. The closeness allowed them to collaborate writing a number of successful plays. Antonio also enjoyed a romance with Pilar Valderrama, a married woman who he later writes of in later poems using the name, Guiomar.

While still in Segovia, he declares the Republic using the Republican flag which he raises on the town’s hall to the accompaniment of the French National Anthem, La Marseillaise.  His philosophical leanings and moral declarations become increasingly clear in a series he published on the eve of the Spanish Civil War using the pseudonyms, Able Martin and Juan de Mairena. Machado was in Madrid when the war broke out and he was separated from his brother, a separation that would last for the rest of their lives.

His writing continued but made clear his sympathies were with the Republican Party. Machado, brothers José, Joaquim and their mother, were evacuated to Valencia then later to Barcelona.When the Second Spanish Republic fell, they were forced to escape into France where they found themselves in Collioure. He died on 22 February, 1939. He was buried there in Collioure. His mother died shortly after and is also buried nearby.  

If this is your introduction to Antonio Machado, I do hope you will explore his work and enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed sharing it with you.

 

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Bisous,

 

Léa

 

Portes Ouvertes: Cailhau Part 2

As promised, there is more to be seen from the exhibit in Cailhau. I shall provide links to the artists when possible and otherwise refer you to the Artist’s Collective website.artcailhau.blogspot.com and for those of you on Facebook, here is their link: facebook.com/cailhauartistes

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This first photo is one of a few that are at Atelier galerie Al Trial which is where we left off in Part 1. 

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Tsk, tsk, I cannot imagine a studio of my own being so organized! I do happen to have a number of friends who are artists and shall we say that I would not be alone… 

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As we move from Atelier to Atelier we do so in a group. Now we move on to Atelier Du Verrier were we can see the Bijoux (jewellery) and Objet d’art by Matthew Millar.

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Matthew can answer your questions via email at matthewmillar@outlook.com

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It took me a moment to notice the bicycle up against the old house in the work above. I do believe it is the piece I like the most among his work.

Bijoux!
Bijoux!

Our next stop is Atelier boutique L’Ecurie de Pépé. Christine welcomes us into her space which is vibrant and warm. You can contact Christine at christine.dauris@orange.fr

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Christine D. with one of her creations
Christine D. with one of her creations

Our next and final stop for this post will be Maison A. 

Barbara Dordi
Barbara Dordi

This poetry book is all hand made/sewn. The watercolours blend with the words. The work, meticulous. You can check out Barbara at http://www.barbaradardi.blogspot.com

Cover close-up!
Cover close-up!

Barbara is a poet/author and ceramicist. 

Handmade books are unique!
Handmade books are unique!
Song of the Shirt
Song of the Shirt

The Song of the Shirt was written by Thomas Hood in 1843 to honour a widow who sewed to feed her young children. If you want to know more of the story, check out the following link. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Song_of_the_Shirt

In the above photo you can find the poem interspersed with photos of early 20th century women in sweat shops making shirts. The first verse of the poem is here for you.

Song of the Shirt

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread—
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the “Song of the Shirt.”

“Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work—work—work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It’s O! to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!

“Work—work—work,
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work—work—work,

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Please forgive the quality of these photos. I do not have others of these last two photographs but did want to show this piece.

3D in Copper
3D in Copper
"Open Minded"
“Open Minded”

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These 3D copper creations are the work of Vincent Langlard. You can visit his website at http://www.vlang.net or contact@vlang.net.

Artist Vincent Langlard
Artist Vincent Langlard 

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While the birds themselves were creative, if you look closely in the above photo you will find the small man. With the appearance of someone on back of the bird soaring higher I was swept away by this evocative piece. I also use this piece to close the series from Cailhau. I’ve no doubt we shall return.

Bisous,

Léa

 

Le Maison de Victor Hugo

Maison de Victor Hugo

This post first appeared on 23 December 2011.

 

“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” -Victor Hugo

Anyone who has experienced the delights of Paris knows there are more than can be attended in one visit. Monsieur Hugo lived in the second floor apartment of Hôtel de Rohan-Guéménée from 1832 to 1848. During those 16 years, he wrote several of his major works including a large part of Les Misérables (a personal favorite).

While touring number 6 place des Vosges you will observe some of Hugo’s furniture, samples of his writing, drawings, family portraits, and first editions of his work. Additionally, you will see a painting of Hugo’s funeral procession at the Arc de Triomphe. The Chinese salon from his home on Guernsey (years of exile) has been reassembled here.

Despite the fact that Hugo spent a number of years in exile, his funeral was a national event and he was buried in the Panthéon.

One of the most important of French Romantic writers, Hugo was a poet, dramatist and novelist. His best known works include Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Bisous,

Léa

Ya gotta have friends…

Sophie, her grandfather and her boyfriend
Sophie, her grandfather and her boyfriend

Friendship is one of life’s greatest rewards. When moving, there is frequently a shift. Some people stay in our lives regardless of where we are and for some, the distance proves to be too much. When someone has been part of our life, they will always be a part in memory if not more. Yet the space that was once occupied by the “old crowd” is available for new faces, arms, hands, smiles and different perspectives.  Wherever you go in life, there are wonderful people who, if you are open to them, will walk along side you. Despite my still stumbling French, I am indeed a most fortunate person to have found so many friends. Let me introduce you to a few!

bredouille

mais oui

my hands empty

Alain et Liliane
Alain et Liliane

  on arrival

  en France

  yet my palms

  open as

  mon coeur

  armed with smiles

  eyes wide open

  sincère mais espiègle

  an invitation to all

Rita & Jerry visiting from Sacramento for Carnaval!
Rita & Jerry visiting from Sacramento for Carnaval!

magnétique

for some

six ans plus tard

ces mains

mon coeur

seem to overflow

yet yielding to welcome

Claude & Annie
Claude & Annie

  each new friend

  je gagne

  perhaps it was the mischief

  dans mes yeux

  *

Joël
Joël

  bisous,

  léa

A few friends from choir
A few friends from choir
Peter & Serge
Peter & Serge
Mirelle & Sabine
Mirelle & Sabine
Jiranan
Jiranan
Christian & Henri
Christian & Henri
Valerié & Nadine
Valerié & Nadine
Corneilus
Corneilus
 Mademoiselle Amber & maman Audrey
Mademoiselle Amber & maman Audrey

 

Exposition: La Petite Galerie

Left: Annegret Gröene  Right:Camille Maître
Left: Annegret Gröene Right: Camille Maître
Gallerie/Gallery
Gallerie/Gallery

What a treat! The opening night of an exposition of the art of Annegret Gröene combined with the poetry of  Camille Maître.  Camille read a selection of works from the book  Poésie – Imagination. The book was a collaboration between the two artists.

Apéros served in the courtyard include wines, juices and sweet and savoury morsels.

Annegret paints from a vivid and whimsical imagination! She delights the eyes and the response from the crowd is smiles of delight. She charms the viewer with each brushstroke. Please take a moment and click on the photos to enlarge them.

What a challenge for any poet to take on writing the paintings. As a poet myself, I know how daunting it can be to interpret the works of an artist trying to capture the feeling.

Camille is up to the challenge and delivers without hesitation. His poems capture the feeling and tells us what he finds in these whimsical paintings.

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So that you can enjoy more of Annegret’s delightful work, I shall give over to photos.  Please don’t forget to click over the photos to enlarge them. Annegret’s website: http://www.annegret-groene.de

Bisous,

Léa

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Gallery owner, Annegret and Camille
Gallery owner, Annegret and Camille
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Poet: Camille Maître

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L’ Art Caché

L’ Art Caché
L’ Art Caché

L’ Art Caché or Hide Art. Once a year, artists in the area come together in the small village of Albas (Pop: 74) and show their work. While there are art shows all over France all year round, this one is close to home and lots of fun. A chance to meet artists you haven’t met before and see what the ones you know have been up to.

Of course there is always food on offer from a free apéritif to a sit-down meal with art lovers and the artists themselves. Patric who appeared at the recent Bio Marché was there with his fiddle, a choir, animations for the children all topped off with a large dinner in the evening.

This is the third year that I have attended (and posted) this event and each year and delighted to see what is available. With the exception of the performance artists/ installation arts, the artists are available and happy to discuss their work.

Open up here!
Open up here!

I do hope that you enjoy the work presented here and that you find some inspiration for your own creative endeavors. Personally, I can barely wait to get back to my brushes and oils.

Perhaps a follow-up post is needed to include more of the photos from yesterday’s event.

Bisous,

Léa

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Not all work is hidden...
Not all work is hidden…
Allégorie du souffle 9m x 10m
Allégorie du souffle         
9m x 10m
Tile
ANNEGRET GRÖNE – Tile
Books of poetry & art by Annegret Groene
Books of poetry & art by
Annegret Groene
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Artist Corneilus Blum -  The Flying Dutchman Dreams
Artist Corneilus Blum –
The Flying Dutchman Dreams