Showing posts with label Chateau de Vauvenargues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chateau de Vauvenargues. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

CEZANNE AND PICASSO'S PROVENCE

The view of Mont Ste-Victoire that captivated ...
The view of Mont Ste-Victoire
that captivated Cézanne.

 © Julie H. Ferguson (Photos by Pharos)
Travel with a Challenge have just published my latest article, "Following the Painters of Light: The Provence of Cézanne and Picasso."

The editor, Alison Gardner, wrote:
Take a drive with Julie H. Ferguson through a region of Provence that captivated two great artists, Paul Cézanne and Pablo Picasso. Our author planned a self-drive route that offers our readers an insightful glimpse of what these artists experienced and why this small part of France became a part of their artistic inspiration.

Enjoy my images and the story at http://travelwithachallenge.com/France-Artist-Driving-Tour.htm and the video here.



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My travel notes of the journey: http://stampsinmypassport.blogspot.com/2011/08/stamp-2-aix-en-provence.html.  
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Thursday, September 22, 2011

PART TWO OF MY CEZANNE AND PICASSO ARTICLE FROM PROVENCE

Picasso's Chateau de Vauvenargues


Happy to include the link to Europe Up Close where part two of my Provence article, "My Date with Picasso in Vauvenargues" is posted. Have a read here: http://www.europeupclose.com/article/date-picasso-vauvenargues-provence/#comment-50822.




IMAGE: (c) Julie H. Ferguson 2011

Thursday, August 4, 2011

STAMP #5: Aix en Provence




This morning I explored a tiny village, more of a hamlet really, called Le Tholonet on my way to the boulangerie for my daily baguette.

There are no shops in Le Tholonet, just a church, a restaurant/cafe, a few houses, and a moulin. Moulins are windmills and this one is an original. I was walking in the footsteps of Paul Cezanne, the Impressionist painter of the late 1800s who was obsessed with Mont Ste-Victoire. He also painted this windmill on one of his many sojourns in Le Tholonet.
This moulin is now a tiny art gallery and was open today. I talked with the artist, Laure Willems. She wore floral leggings and a loose linen top, and her hands were stained with the pigments of her trade. She spoke no English and I spoke little French, but we talked animatedly for over half an hour. Laure too is obsessed with the mountain and paints in the Cezanne style in water colours and pastels. I liked her work enough to buy a small reproduction from her of MSV at sunset with rust red fields in the foreground.

The mill has three levels. The top holds the original millstones that ground the grain for the local farmers. The lower two are now the gallery. Outside is a memorial plaque to Cezanne (top image) and a magnificent view of MSV just as he saw it with the red soil, grey rock, pines, and a brilliant blue sky.

Le Relais Cezanne
Cezanne used to make the journey to Le Tholonet by coach and it must have been a bone-breaking ride up and down mountainsides on a  winding track heading deep into the countryside. He loved the village and returned often to stay at the Chateau Noir in a small room. He ate his meals at the restaurant that still stands at the road junction. It was called Berne in his time and now, Le Relais Cezanne. I was allowed inside to take photos although it wasn't open. I imagine it looks much the same today as it did when he sat at a corner table. Quite utilitarian and none of his paintings, even as repros, grace the walls. However, don't be misled by appearances, the food is excellent and can be enjoyed with the local vin de La Palette. The villages here are surrounded by vineyards producing the famous rose of Provence, which I love.

The 17th century chateau, also painted by Cézanne, is just across the road junction: golden in the sun with a short avenue of trees leading your eye to the front door. It now houses the headquarters of the Société du Canal de Provence, the company managing the extensive irrigation projects in Provence, and is closed to the public. I snuck in the front gate for more pix and was hurried out by a gardener. Then home to write during the heat of the day in the cool villa and maybe a swim.
 
IMAGES: (c) Julie H. Ferguson 2011

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Monday, August 1, 2011

STAMP #2: Aix en Provence

1. Mont Ste-Victoire

Today's adventure was to drive all the way around Mont Ste-Victoire and visit Pablo Picasso's Chateau de Vauvenargues.

I started early to avoid the heat of mid-afternoon and got to see the morning mist burning off the vineyards and mountains. I stopped often walk up the trails a bit and to take photos. Driving the back roads is the best way to see the countryside but they are very narrow. (Amused that the speed limit was 90kmh and I couldn't drive faster than 45kmh.) There are no shoulders to the road and barely enough room to pass oncoming traffic, so driving is not for the fainthearted here, especially on the switchbacks. I found it nightmarish passing the fanatic cyclists, of which there were many, because I couldn't see far enough around the bends.

Drifts of periwinkle-blue cornflowers line the roads and colour the fields. Scrubby vegetation takes over  higher up and small oak trees predominate lower down along with the umbrella pines so common in the south of France.

Mont Ste-Victoire dominates the landscape east of Aix en Provence - rugged, grey granite rocks tower above you with not a tree at the top, just the Cross of Provence on the peak. The road does not go to the top, you have to hike the trails or rock climb to get there. I followed the mountain along its southern flank, and once past the first village, the fields became vineyards as far as I could see.

An hour and a half later, I pulled off the "main road" into Vauvenargues, a small village strung out like washing on a line along a narrow steep valley on the north side of MSV. Its main road is narrow and twisty with the front doors of houses opening right onto the street. Cafes' put their tables along its sides too making driving along it nerve-wracking given the kids and dogs playing. Later in the day parking would be impossible here, but I was early.

I went straight to the chateau and learned, "Yes, it was open but you need a reservation to do the tour." After some sweet talking with the woman at the gate, I was "in." Ten Euros per person, eight if you're a senior, gets you into the chateau for a guided tour and into the exhibition of Picasso's etchings. (They were odd!)

Pablo Picasso.              2. Picasso (Image via Wikipedia)I loved the chateau from the outside. It sits high on a rock surrounded by trees and dates back centuries with towers, ramparts, and a private terrace that Picasso filled with his sculptures. Picasso fell in love with the chateau at first sight in the late 1950's and lived in it from 1959 to 1961 when he was 80+ and still working. He never painted this home but did a few paintings of the village. Sadly, he couldn't stay longer as ill-health demanded he move closer to his doctors on the Cote d'Azur.

Inside, the building is austere and not as big as I expected but, even so, Picasso and his wife must have rattled around in it. The rooms are very plain where the family lived, stark even. Some of the artist's sculptures are dotted about, but no paintings. The ravages of time and water damage are apparent everywhere.

Overall I found it hard to imagine Picasso living here because there was so little left of his spirit. One exception was the bathroom he had installed next to his bedroom. In this huge, rather bleak room bigger than most people's living rooms, Picasso had painted an exuberant mural of a faun playing a flute in a forest on the wall behind the bath. His second wife, Jacqueline, bought garden furniture to fill the emptiness of the room. The only other room that spoke volumes of the man was his studio. Left as it was when Picasso left, there are easels, huge pots of paints on a refectory size table, his brushes, and two chairs on which he painted designs on the upholstery. Even his paint splatters are still visible on the tiled floor.

Picasso was buried right outside the front door in 1972 and his spouse stuck a large bronze nude of his on top of the grave. In 1986 after Jacqueline committed suicide, she was buried beside him. Now the chateau is owned by her daughter (Picasso's step-daughter) who dreamed of establishing a foundation to open the chateau permanently soon afterwards. The locals opposed her idea and that's why the chateau has been inaccessible till last year.

Visitors are not permitted to take any photographs of the exterior or interior once inside the gate, which disappointed me, likewise, the unwillingness to accommodate English-speaking art afficiandos. When I asked for a photocopy of the brief translation of the guide's long talk, I was again told it was not allowed. How many more people would come to pay homage to one of the world's great artists if there was more effort to welcome them along with a website that was up-to-date. I couldn't even find out if the chateau would be open next summer.
3. Chateau de Vauvenargues. Picasso's grave is here.

IMAGES 1 and 3: (c) Julie H. Ferguson 2011

OTHER POSTS ABOUT AIX EN PROVENCE:
STAMP #8
STAMP #7
STAMP #6
STAMP #5
STAMP #4
STAMP #3
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