Domaine Grand Cros,
octobre/novembre 2006
au Pinceau du Soleil...
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Domaine Grand Cros, octobre/novembre 2006 |
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Installée au Grand Cros à partir du 6 octobre, l'exposition Au Pinceau du Soleil s'y trouvera jusqu'à la fin du mois de novembre;
de la part de la famille Faulkner ainsi que du Domaine, vous êtes invité au cocktail qui aura lieu samedi soir le 28 octobre, de 17h à 19h...
Comment trouver le Domaine Grand Cros...
Déjeuner devant l'herbe au Domaine Grand Cros, juillet 2006; encre sur carton
Pour contacter le Grand Cros:
Téléphone: 04.98.01.80.08 Fax: 04.98.01.80.09
Irène Fumanal, ligne directe: 04.98.01.80.06 e-mail: irene@grandcros.fr
Skype: irenegpr
au Pinceau du Soleil
liste provisoire des œuvres
Monaco / Vence / Villefranche
Italie!
huile sur toile; ix.V; 56 x 78 cms
Tempête de Goethe; l'Aube sur Capri...
Goethe's storm? What's he on about?
La Côte d'Azur
huile sur toile; ix.V; 68 x 75 cms
Le printemps sur la Moyenne Corniche au-delà de Monte Carlo!
huile sur toile; x.V; 65 x 105 cms
Vence: les feuilles d'autonne...
huile sur toile; x.V; 68 x 96 cms
Vence ensoleillée, le soir...
huile sur toile; xi.V; 60 x 81 cms
Vence, par la fumée des feux d'automne...
huile sur toile; xi.V; 73 x 116 cms
Villefranche, contre-jour, soleil brillant...
Nuées de nebbiolo:
Trois Chiantis foncés...
huile sur toile; 30 x 30 cms
Fleurs du Bien
huile sur toile; xi.V; 51 x 51 cms
huile sur toile; xi.V; 30 x 30 cms
huile sur toile; xi.V; 100 x 20 cms
Bagatelles de Pinceau
huile sur toile; 70 x 70 cms
Menton vers l'ouest, lever du soleil;
Toscane du sud, le printemps;
Nice vers l'est, coucher du soleil
Goethe's Storm
In May 1787, Goethe found himself returning from Sicily to Naples; his ship was a slightly cramped French merchant vessel he had not greatly wished to have to take; moreover, departure from Messina had been delayed, though his flirty companion Kniep was happy enough to have more time with some new girlfriends. Mostly unwell on the first two days of the voyage, Goethe sustained himself happily on bread and wine. Amidst a restless set of passengers he and Kniep were fully content with the beauty of the setting sun. Night fell as Capri appeared in view.
So enraptured by the sights, they failed at first to notice that the ship was becalmed in that current which not only surrounds Capri like a halo but which, they soon learned, like an impercetible whirlpool, slowly draws ships to their destruction against the great cliffs. It is still a danger for unpowered vessels and their panicsome ship found itself in just such a timeless predicament. An attempt by a handful of men in the pinnacle to tug the ship, failed. Before retiring below Goethe gave a short but high-toned pep-talk to silence the wailing passengers. Crew and passengers were equipped with poles so that they might fend off the cliff, as they drifted ever closer to their doom and could hear islanders above seemingly already anticipating a goodly haul of booty from the wreck. At the last moment a slightest breeze arrived and the ship was able to escape. Next morning Capri was but a shadow on the horizon behind them.
Once ashore, the sweep of Neapolitan life was as if nothing like a calm could be imagined. Their luggage disappeared with porters — safely, as it happened, but the painter Kniep kept his portfolio under his arm, so that at least that would be saved if the porters robbed them of all the sea had spared.
Often I have tried to paint the unique, enchanting and unforgettable richness of calm that I found on Capri, but this story of Goethe nearly shipwrecked there by calm adds, I think, a spice to the recipie.