4 heures à Navarrenx (40cmx50cm) – Oil on Canvas – Sold
I spent Sunday doing another art competition, this time in Navarrenx, with the association “Couleurs d’Aquitaine”. We got there at 12 and by four pm the entries had to be submitted.
My painting won the “prix spécial du jury”, and Esmée’s drawing of ‘La Maison aux Volets Bleus’ won 1st prize in the 4 to 6 year-old category. As a result she will be invited to take part in the regional finals for the whole of Aquitaine in October 🙂
Fluidity, form, falling, movement, a bit of red, white and blue – A France that hangs propelled in self-struggle between the traditional and the contemporary, between optimism and grind – are we falling or flying?
Vive la France?
Aussi appelé L’Homme Tombant.
La fluidité, la forme, la chute, le mouvement, un peu de rouge, blanc et bleu – Une France prise dans la rage intestine entre le traditionnel et le contemporain, entre l’optimisme et la lutte – Sommes-nous en chute libre ou en vol libre ?
I think its impossible to beat Jeff Buckley’s version of this song, where his singing genius met with the lyrical genius of Leonard Cohen. But as it is a song which has moved me so many times , I really wanted to have a go at doing a cover.
I am certainly not alone in this – records estimate that at least 200 different recording artists have done their own version, from the emotionally raw that runs fingernails down your spine to gospel fuelled X-Factor winning renditions that gets the whole audience swinging along to the ‘Hallelujah’ chorus.
Perhaps we all find ourselves in the ‘baffeled king’ or the person that ‘cut’ their partners hair as Delilah did to Samson – the humility of the song resonates to many among us.
One Saturday night in London when we had come back from Shunt Vaults…. A dark, mysterious place that transposes place and time into a heady cocktail of 60’s Cuba, dank Victorian underpasses that hint at the Vampiric, and the eroticism of the 30’s Orient – hidden behind a little door between London Bridge Underground and the turnstiles to Joiner Street, in the blink of an eye the weary commuter faces and Starbucks coffees are left behind and one is left to wander through art, live music and theatre – a place to escape and fantasise…..
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys and sour ‘prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shoulds’t thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me?
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’
She’s all states, and all princes, I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
Hi All – if you have five minutes – and of course if you feel like it – please take a second to rate Erwan’s competion entry for the Saatchi online showdown here: http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/showdown/index/249973
– and needless to say – please, pass it on 🙂
Oil on Canvas – 30cm x 30cm
Portrait of Arthur Ferrari – French jazz / pop musician – Portrait d’Arthur Ferrari, musician de Chanson française / Jazz / Pop Painted on the occasion of his 30th birthday. Private collection, La Taillade, South of France Check out Arthur’s music on myspace – a wonderfully curious mix of 60’s cinematic, kookie, jazzy individualism pret a ecouter for 2009 : http://www.myspace.com/arthurferrari