Monday, March 28, 2011
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
While in Provence one cannot miss the fountains that adorn the center of the village's.plaza Those were used every day by villagers in order to live. Today most are not in function or in bad need of repairs. Some now have signs that detours one from drinking from it: "Eau non potable". But luckily some are still spewing their fresh spring water and regale us by their bubbly sounds. In any case I absolutely love them. I have photographed hundreds. Six years ago vacationing in Lourmarin I started getting up early before my companions to do some drawing on the terrace starting the day with a reverence for the Fountain. Those took on a live of their own and grew on the pages. I personified them and gave them capes or jars in order to hide their godlike bodies. It became a series of Fountain Blow drawings. They are waiting to be taking their threads as someday they will be made into quilts. Here they are:
And then for the end something that is on the board until I am ready to tackle on the last of Fish Lake. My studio is almost ready for action, in the meantime I am playing with those in the living room.