Wednesday, 30 June 2010

My soul

...misses Florence and Italy every single day.

I miss every small corner I accidentally discovered

every inspiring experience of fashion, art, architecture and food.

I miss the syenergy I experienced with it's language, culture and people.

I ache - literally- to live there.

I have so much in Melbourne.

My life has been blessed, rich and beautiful,

and I have so much to be thank ful for.

But...

I choose to love and live in Italy.

Words from Carla have moved me to tears...

This post isn't about photography but about my other love, Italy! I spent the last week in Italy and the minute I crossed over the border something magic happened, as it always does for me. I know mother Italy isn't perfect and prim as mother France but oh she is so full of fun and emotion. I go from the invisible to the visible and I love it. I adore the daily conversations exchanged with strangers that happen in cafes, bars, train stations and the local latteria.

I want to share this video with you because it says everything about the Italy I love, not the one ruled by Berlusconi. The Italy of culture and sense of humour, the Italy of spirit and emotion and the Italy of surprise. This opera was performed in my former local market, Sant Ambrogio. Amongst the legs of prosciutto and slabs of parmeggiano, these talented performers created an opera with a difference. Bravo, bravo and Bravo. I hope you enjoy the video. Carla

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Half Moon Bay

Sunday afternoon...

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Art workshop

Over the past five weeks, I have been spending my Saturday's at the Peninsula Art Society attending clay sculpturing classes. Not only have the classes been an indulgent and creative experience, the women who were in my class were inspiring and great company. We laughed and talked more than we sculpted at times.


Being in the company of fellow art enthusiasts has been a delightful experience.
(Below from Left to Right) Gwen our talented art teacher, Gillian, young Amy, Val (in front), Cheryl (behind), one of the torso clay sculptures I created and some art sculptures created by my colleagues.

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Winter 2010

Lately I've noticed that the morning frost seems to linger longer upon dewy lawns, that the shade of the bay has become greyer and the afternoon sun only briefly weaves through the barren trees that line quiet streets.
It is definitely winter. And for me this means that it is time to cocoon myself in wool, cashmere and leather; to prepare gnocchi and home made soups; to linger longer over my coffees and paper; to run lavender scented baths and burn candles; to add another quilt to my sleigh bed; to nestle indoors with a stack of temping novels; and time to day dream of warm hemispheres and oceanic adventures.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Camille Claudel

Camille Claudel (8 December 1864 – 19 October 1943) was a French sculptor and graphic artist. She was the older sister of the French poet and diplomat, Paul Claudel.

Fascinated with stone and soil as a child, as a young woman she studied at the Académie Colarossi with sculptor Alfred Boucher. (At the time, the École des Beaux-Arts barred women from enrolling to study.) In 1882, Claudel rented a workshop with other young women, mostly English, including Jessie Lipscomb. In 1883, she met Auguste Rodin, who taught sculpture to Claudel and her friends.

Around 1884, she started working in Rodin's workshop. Claudel became a source of inspiration, his model, his confidante and lover. She never lived with Rodin, who was reluctant to end his 20-year relationship with Rose Beuret. Knowledge of the affair agitated her family, especially her mother, who never completely agreed with Claudel's involvement in the arts. As a consequence, she left the family house. In 1892, after an unwanted abortion, Claudel ended the intimate aspect of her relationship with Rodin, although they saw one another regularly until 1898.

Beginning in 1903, she exhibited her works at the Salon des Artistes français or at the Salon d'Automne.

It would be a mistake to assume that Claudel's reputation has survived simply because of her once notorious association with Rodin. The novelist and art critic Octave Mirbeau described her as "A revolt against nature: a woman genius". Her early work is similar to Rodin's in spirit, but shows an imagination and lyricism quite her own, particularly in the famous Bronze Waltz (1893). The Mature Age (1900) whilst interpreted by her brother as a powerful allegory of her break with Rodin, with one figure The Implorer that was produced as an edition of its own, has also been interpreted in a less purely autobiographical mode as an even more powerful representation of change and purpose in the human condition

Her father, who approved of her career choice, tried to help her and supported her financially. When he died on 2 March 1913, Claudel was not informed of his death. On 10 March 1913 at the initiative of her brother, she was admitted to the psychiatric hospital of Ville-Évrard in Neuilly-sur-Marne. The form read that she had been "voluntarily" committed, although her admission was signed by a doctor and her brother. There are records to show that while she did have mental outbursts, she was clear-headed while working on her art. Doctors tried to convince the family that she need not be in the institution, but still they kept her there[citation needed].

In 1914, to be safe from advancing German troops, the patients at Ville-Évrard were at first relocated to Enghien. On 7 September 1914 Camille was transferred with a number of other women, to the Montdevergues Asylum, at Montfavet, six kilometres from Avignon. Her certificate of admittance to Montdevergues was signed on 22 September 1914; it reported that she suffered "from a systematic persecution delirium mostly based upon false interpretations and imagination".

For a while, the press accused her family of committing a sculptor of genius. Her mother forbade her to receive mail from anyone other than her brother. The hospital staff regularly proposed to her family that Claudel be released, but her mother adamantly refused each time. On 1 June 1920, physician Dr. Brunet sent a letter advising her mother to try to reintegrate her daughter into the family environment. Nothing came of this.

Paul Claudel in 1927.Paul Claudel visited her every few years, though he referred to her in the past tense. In 1929 Jessie Lipscomb visited her and insisted "it was not true" that Claudel was insane. Rodin's friend, Mathias Morhardt, insisted that Paul was a "simpleton" who had "shut away" his sister of genius.

Camille Claudel died on 19 October 1943, after having lived 30 years in the asylum at Montfavet (known then as the Asile de Montdevergues, now the modern psychiatric hospital Centre Hospitalier de Montfavet), and without a visit from her mother or sister (her mother died on 20 June, 1929). Her body was interred in the cemetery of Monfavet. No one from the family attended the ceremony (only a few members from the hospital staff). Later her remains were buried in a communal grave (the body was never claimed by her family).

Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camille_Claudel

Claudel, The Last Siren

Claudel, La Petite Chanterie

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Auguste Rodin[p] (born François-Auguste-René Rodin; 12 November 1840 – 17 November 1917) was a French sculptor. Although Rodin is generally considered the progenitor of modern sculpture,[1] he did not set out to rebel against the past. He was schooled traditionally, took a craftsman-like approach to his work, and desired academic recognition,[2] although he was never accepted into Paris's foremost school of art. Sculpturally, he possessed a unique ability to model a complex, turbulent, deeply pocketed surface in clay. Many of Rodin's most notable sculptures were roundly criticized during his lifetime. They clashed with the predominant figure sculpture tradition, in which works were decorative, formulaic, or highly thematic. Rodin's most original work departed from traditional themes of mythology and allegory, modeled the human body with realism, and celebrated individual character and physicality. Rodin was sensitive of the controversy surrounding his work, but refused to change his style. Successive works brought increasing favor from the government and the artistic community.

From the unexpected realism of his first major figure—inspired by his 1875 trip to Italy—to the unconventional memorials whose commissions he later sought, Rodin's reputation grew, such that he became the preeminent French sculptor of his time. By 1900, he was a world-renowned artist. Wealthy private clients sought Rodin's work after his World's Fair exhibit, and he kept company with a variety of high-profile intellectuals and artists. He married his life-long companion, Rose Beuret, in the last year of both their lives. His sculpture suffered a decline in popularity after his death in 1917, but within a few decades his legacy solidified. Rodin remains one of the few sculptors widely known outside the visual arts community.

Rodin, Daniade

Rodin, La Main de Dieu

The Kiss, Rodin

Monday, 14 June 2010

Saturday, 12 June 2010

Permission to tumble


Do the one thing you think you cannot do.
Fail at it.
Try again.
Do better the second time.
The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire.
-Oprah Winfery

Truth

From Kylie Johnson.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Peace

"Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be."
- Wayne Dyer

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

In the flow

According to an article I read this morning, happiness is defined as losing oneself in the flow of an activity, so that time, cares and to-do lists evaporate in the spaciousness of pure focus, for example, gardening, painting, reading, walking... the art is scheduling moments for happiness to glide in.

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Free-time

As I wait to see what the future unfolds I've been doing freelance work and I'm really loving it. This "time" is giving me more opportunites in my day and week to indulge and pursue the things I love to do ... like attending sculpture classes, long impromptu lunches seaside with friends, yoga classes by the bay, writing in my beach abode, reading in bed as the rain falls, lounging on the sofa before night duty, time to address the insurmountable "to do list", long walks along the beach, facials, antique shopping, attending art exhibitions and culture events in Melbourne, reading the morning paper at dawn or over breakfast at noon, preparing parcels for family and friends, quilting, cooking beautiful meals... and day dreaming.

Friday, 4 June 2010

Melbourne Artists

Rebecca Jones "Open Water' graphite drawings capture freedom, movement and the essence of swimming.

Open Water s an expression of the energy if the ocean, capturing the rhythm of the sea as a solitary swimmer drives under a set of waves. Lifted and pulled back by the approach of the well the swimmer boldly strokes towards the on-coming wave. Anticipating the force of the whitewater the swimmer dives under. The rolling energy of the swell pushes her deeper, forward and then finally upwards as the set passes oer her.

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Beauty through the eyes of David Moore. His oil on linen paintings continue to inspire me.

Thursday, 3 June 2010

3000

Recent glimpses of Melbourne as Autumn fades into winter....