Doors and windows are a gift to the imagination of writers and photographers too. Fascinating to ponder what might be going on behind a particular door. Or wonder who could possibly be living in a room with windows like these.
There’s just the hint of a decorative design in the window on the left. This window scene is high up on a terraced townhouse in Ceret in France and looks down over the main street and the buzz of daily life. I was drawn to the powder blue of the fabric contrasting with the much darker blue of the peeling casements. Not to mention the soft dappled morning sunlight.
You’ve got to hand it to the French, they’ve got a certain je ne sais quoi going on. Hard to define, but I reckon these two definitely have it. Once again, this is in Ceret, in southern France.
A beer at the local cafe while watching the world go by. Or a keen glance through the morning papers. N’est-ce pas parfait?!”
Ceret is a small town in southern France. It’s also a town with strong artistic credentials, not least as the home of the Musee d’Art Moderne.
Ceret was also a favourite haunt of Picasso. It remains a very attractive and unspoilt town with quite an intimate atmosphere. This piece of al fresco ceramic art is tucked away just off the main street and shows various aspects of the town, including it’s 14th century Pont du Diable in the top left.
Thought it might be interesting to juxtapose two unrelated images. First, a watercolour sketch I made of Mt Canigou on the French – Spanish border near Ceret.
And some urban graffiti from an undisclosed location in London.
For reasons best known to my teachers at Hillfoot Hey Grammar School, my art lessons came to an end at the age of 12 and instead I was to study French. Don’t think I realised at the time just how big a decision this was to be for me. I’d opted out of my piano lessons when I was about 8 or 9, so at least I’ve got no-one else to blame for not playing the piano except myself. But painting, well that’s a different matter. So it was with some trepidation, many years later, that I joined an art class taught by my friend, Peter, who’d trained at Liverpool Art School with John Lennon. Soon I was drawing and painting in class and independently. This painting below started life as a sketch of a rather exotic looking plant in my garden. Working in acrylics and on a canvas about 18inches by 15inches, I decided to try my hand at an abstract painting based on those original sketches. Big bold colours were definitely the order of the day as you can see.
As for influences on this particular painting, I really couldn’t say, but in general I’d have to cite Cezanne as a painter whose work’s always fascinated me. At University in Cardiff, I think I had a print of one of his many paintings of Mount St.Victoire. The picture below is certainly very similar.
Amazing paintings and a real inspiration. Here are a couple of watercolours I painted last year near Ceret in France last year. I’ll blog about Ceret another time, but for now I’ll simply say that this little town was a favourite haunt of Picasso many years ago.