Thursday, September 29, 2016

Camac, last day.

Post from Camac's Facebook page (click on "Camac Centre D'art" to learn more about them), Marnay-sur-Seine, where I am nearly done (leaving tomorrow) with a month-long residency spent among trees in rows, beautiful stone, clay and wood, and several other artists ( two poets, a painter, sound artist, and photographer). Also some cows and a goat, yesterday, in my jogging path. Thank you to Karine for all her wonderful dinners on top of her main duties in the business office while Camac waits for its next chef, Laetitia for her bright smile and the work she does for the artists and the center, and Jean-Yves for making Camac a place for mind-opening new connections for an ever-expanding group of artists and art lovers.

One last bike ride, starting with the Marnay-sur-Seine "beach". Helas, I never went swimming, but I did watch the fish jump.

Dinner tonight with Feng Shen and Bo Jo, her husband. We are the last ones to leave, tomorrow morning. Jean-Yves stopped in to say hello, and we talked of several things: McDonalds, real French (Belgian) fries, Taiwanese artists, and...a few other topics now lost to the wind.
Shoe arrangement outside the Purple Room. Inside and Outside Shoes. Still a few more things to pack for tomorrow (e.g. "how will that bottle of champagne fit into the bag").

Interesting experience for my first artist residency. Beautiful, countryside place, France, surrounded by architecture with the layers of many centuries, and the sense of charm and style that every French person knows, one way or another. Of course there are many more elements that go into making this experience "French", but that's for another day's contemplation.

Work on "The Ogre & the Mermaid" continues in Paris...

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Another Walk, Part II.

The rest of the photos from this walk - was trigger-happy, I guess!

This is an open-air barn that appears to be used for cutting logs (because that's what's inside, anyway). It's the first building you bump into after crossing the bridge, or an indicator that you're close to the end of the walk of you're on your way back.
 Feng Chen and her husband out bike-riding. She gave another performance today to the Camac Association, a new group dedicated to spreading the word about the artist residency here and also, interestingly, getting more local interaction happening fort the artists who come here.

The three of us made fried rice for dinner for everyone tonight. With champagne. Fried rice with champagne. Try it, sometime.

After dinner, and after the Camac Association opening remarks and pu'u pu'u's, as mentioned above, we went to see Feng Chen's installation. She had everyone humming along to her bells and church droning. It went well for her. A bit of "Ogre" was playing on a tv set behind the buffet table but went largely incognito. Hope that is not his fate.

From the sky to 7 inches away. Things look different when they're seen from unaccustomed distances.
 Stone prow on the bridge.
 Moss on the bridge.
 More closeup.
Church window. You can see through to the Other Side.
 Camac gate.
 The textures are like natural paintings.
This rose, I believe, got lopped for tonights' Camac Association reception. I'm not sure what to think about art, artists, and people who go to receptions and exhibitions, so I'll leave it at that.
 Texture and shadow in the afternoon.
 Leaves collected by the wind on the walkway to the nunnery (it was a nunnery, I found out tonight).
French detail.

Every day is important. When I was younger, I had the feeling that the important days would happen sometime in the future. Now I'm coming round to feeling that they happen "now".

This now is nearly complete. I'm ready for the next part, ready to jump again.

Another walk around the block...

These images didn't load in order, but here they are. Decided to take Road #2 again, and see if I could find an alternate path within it.

Down the gravel road, past the rows of poplars...
This local denizen wanted to know what I was doing there.
The clouds were beautifully stretched out as I started the walk, like cotton pulled apart.
The first building you encounter when entering Camac.
Texture everywhere, the bridge over the Seine that leads to the trees.
Leaving Marnay soon.
Looking up, today. Maybe it was because the Open House was finished, but walking out into the woods today felt liberating.
Don't know how it got this way, suppose it to be an artifact of the way it is grown (rough bark below, smooth above). There is often a mesh on the bottom to protect young trees from deer.
I met a post-horse.
Ant's-eye (almost) perspective.
 Rolling hay.

Dark cloud from the power plant, hidden by the trees.

 More ant's-eye view.
Unstudied contrasts.

Stick in the sky.
Land is flat. You can see widely.
Lone oak marking that point on the road.
 Late afternoon lighting.

Dragonfly perch.

Inside the building I am in .

Here is the kitchen. People spend a good amount of time in kitchens, and this one has a nice view of the neighbor's clay-tiled roof.

This is the dining nook. The main dinner table is in another room, part of the living room.
Gas and electric range and oven. Gas works better, but is more unnerving, at least at the beginning it was, until I figured out how it worked.
Sunday's Open House. About 15 people showed, I would guess. Missed part of the presentations, but saw an hour-long film by a local filmmaker about the refugee camp in Calais - more poetic than documentary, there were some nice shots in it, but it was long.

Screening of the Ogre rough draft went fairly smoothly, though the colors became fluorescent on the little projector. Audience response difficult to interpret, but it went ok. Keep going.
Animator playing guitar. That's what this animator does. "Bibliothèque" is "Library". It was a nice place to screen, amongst the books.
My bicycle on the request board (not requesting a bicycle, they already gave me one to use). Just, it was empty and needed something, you know.

I'm leaving soon, on to Paris for Phase II. Work cut out for me, to be sure.

Life is constant transition.

Saturday, September 24, 2016


Another walking day. "Kapakahi" because things feel weird around here, putting people together like this can be a bit of a crapshoot, but then, so can any group of people be a hit-or-miss sort of I got out for another walk, another new path from off the regular one. Oh well, leaving at the end of the week to start the next part of sabbatical - by myself in Paris. Planning on taking a Japanese language class. And working on the film, of course.

Here's the roof of the priory. Still beautiful.

A series of long shots, to remember the feeling of the roads around here. Trying to find a less beaten path. It was fun, though I half-suspected I'd run into a wild boar or two in the woods. Didn't.
 These elevated walkways keep pedestrians dry during floods.
Variations on a theme: fall leaves on the road.

Gravel in the sun.
 Young poplar field. The village crop. Everywhere you look - trees in rows.
Such a difference in humidity/moisture depending on whether you're walking in the shade amongst the trees or out in the open, as here.

Some kind of relationship, here - parasitic or symbiotic, I don't know. Do you know these people? Co-dependent? or is somebody just taking advantage, here?

Afternoon light through the leaves and branches.

Last photo - the remains of the pigeon we saw on the road when we first arrived. It is disappearing with the passage of time.

ps - added a few photos to the winery post, courtesy of Ann and Feng Chen: picking grapes!