Showing posts with label Creative space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative space. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 January 2017

LES COLLETTES
















It was a sizzling day in the South of France last June, 
when we arrived in Cagnes sur Mer 
to take in the old farmhouse & gardens of Auguste Renoir
~ his beloved “Les Collettes”, 
where he lived with his family 
for the final twelve years of his life. 
The estate is perched on top of a hill 
with incredible views to the Cap d’Antibes
and Haut-de-Cagnes.













As we ascend towards the main building, 
we pass under the shadow of olive trees, 
the kind Northern girl me has hardly seen 
~ centuries old that you can’t resist brushing with your hand 
to feel those enticing grooves, lifelines on the bark
~ etchings of the passing years, 
like lines on a dear elderly face 
with wisdom concealed in the depths.











It’s a surprisingly quiet afternoon, 
as we walk through the main entrance 
~ just one other couple & the two of us. 
We enter an unspoken pact to keep our distance, 
as if all here by ourselves, 
ready to hear the walls speak. 












And the walls  do tell their stories 
~ in unison with the peeling layers of paint, 
the far-flung ceilings, 
the sense of stillness, 

















the simply and sparsely furnished rooms, 
that caressing gold-tinged milky light 
that floods through the vast windows 
& fills you to the core. 
I swear I can feel it now.



























Renoir’s wheelchair & easel in his atelier 
are reminders of the pain & beauty that intermingled, 
that never ruled each other out. 
The creativity & persistence.

He painted until his death, 
even with his hands curled due to arthritis 
and being left in a wheelchair after a stroke. 

He looked for new ways of expression 
~ changed his technique,
an assistant would place the brush in his bandaged hand. 
He used a moving canvas to be able to make larger works. 
And he began to create sculptures with the help of a young artist. 



“The pain passes, but the beauty remains”
~ he is quoted as saying.




















“The work of art must seize upon you, 
wrap you up in itself and carry you away. 
It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. 
It is the current which he puts forth 
which sweeps you along in his passion.”

– Pierre-Auguste Renoir





x





[All pictures shot last summer
at Les Collettes aka Musée Renoir,
visitor information here.]


















Sunday, 30 November 2014

ATELIER 54










Well I couldn't go without sharing

these images of the Stockholm atelier

of Sara N Bergman,

illustrator and one of the creative talents

behind Love Warriors.




























































Swoon, swoon, swoon...


x




You can find the original article


in Swedish via Residence Magazine.












Thursday, 6 March 2014

THE WORLD OF MS BING









Welcome to the world of Anine Bing

- Danish model turned designer

with a killer style and rugged&light-filled L.A. studio. 

(Her low-key, rock chic glam is right up my street!)














































Have a fabulous Friday! 

x






Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Mr Oliver Gustav

The other night I dreamt I was sitting
 on a bench by a canal in Copenhagen at dusk time,
- it was one of those dreams
with an extra special, enticing mood
that you don't quite want to wake up in the morning... 
No definite plans for a Denmark trip right now,
but one thing's for sure -
next time I am SO going to peer
into Oliver Gustav's chalky, concrete-y, 
beautiful world.




Photos via Nude Home magazine, 
( where you can read all about him, albeit in Icelandic :) )  


Saturday, 2 March 2013

one day

This photo duo touches my restless soul 
in the aftermath of the previous post.
You see, one of those infamous areas 
of 'unfinished business' is the bedroom, 
which we'll get to tackle one day (after the hallway),
creating a separate study/library area in one end. 
Here's me imagining myself when it's done,
(well perhaps not in those heels :). )

Until then it's still a case of contending 
with piles of books strewn here and there
and stuffed in boxes... 





“As the hours crept by, 
the afternoon sunlight bleached 
all the books on the shelves 
to pale, gilded versions of themselves 
and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers 
so that the smell of unread words 
hung in the air.” 
― Maggie StiefvaterShiver






Photos: Vogue.Es
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