|I.M Pei's Glass Pyramid at the Louvre, Paris, France|
For three weeks, I will working on a body of drawings and watercolors gleaned from the French countryside and upon completing this expression, I will have an exhibition at the facilities' space. I am also thinking of renting a car and perhaps with other resident artists, we can view the landscape together and aspire to new inspirations.
Before heading south to Noyers, I will peruse Paris for five days. Currently, I am reorienting myself to the city where I lived years ago in the late 70's and frequented back and forth from my college studies. Under Rutgers University, we studied for two months at the Sorbonne and then headed to Tours, France, where we finished the bulk of our schooling. Tours, France is best known for chateau country located on the Loire Valley and where the best French is learned and pronounced. It is said to be linguistically perfect.
I remember my college times fondly as they were intense. It is where I continued my love affair with French literature ( not to mention other involvements!) The last time I visited Paris was in 1990, and so I thought recently, that I was way overdue a visit. I wanted to reconnect to the language and people. In fact, upon rentering the United States back from school as a young gal, I felt out of place. The states shocked me by it's bigness and it appeared ugly. I had immersed easily into the French culture at that time; attitudes, ways of thinking, and their high sensibilities for taste had grown on me and had become home.
|the village of Noyers, Frnace|
|Manet's Gypsy Woman, oil on canvas, 1862|