Showing posts with label Issigeac Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Issigeac Art. Show all posts
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
Friday, 9 May 2014
Friday, 31 August 2012
Medieval Issigeac (Summer Update Part 10)
| Our ruelle by night |
| approaching the house (on the corner) by torch light |
| The villagers' fable - money talks |
| Joanna with the stars of the show (neighbours Russ and Jean Louis) |
| Silks in the church square |
| The boy who was knighted in that very spot 4 years ago |
| The girl who aims to be knighted in 2013 |
| My love the Benedictine monk of many pleasures | |
| The evening ended with fire dancing in the main square (professionals, not would be knights and monks) |
Thursday, 1 September 2011
and pottery...
There is ALWAYS pottery in Issigeac, though I did discuss with Marite what retirement might look like for her. She and Michel won't some to Canada during the cold months and are always too busy in the warm months.
Labels:
community,
France,
friends,
inspiration,
Issigeac Art,
Sebastian,
Sophie
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Monday, 25 August 2008
summer 2008 round-up - Part 1
We are in the last week of what we North Americans consider summer, so I thought I should scroll through my digital photo collecton and see what gaps I should fill. These are from our French friends' wedding. I love the shot of the kids trying out their table manners en masse. The child aspect was well thought through (the bride and groom have two children the same age as ours): a separate and earlier meal with child-yummy food, a table of toys, lots of run-around room, a craft, some boules, a baby room for sleeping/nursing/changing.
Monday, 23 July 2007
The promised art
As promised, here are 2 pieces of grown-up art that we have purchased this summer. I know we are living on a tight budget but it's ART. When you have a coup du coeur and generous friends and family who donated to Sophie's art for life fund and our armchair in Issigeac fund (which got raided for the oil painting), you just have to commit.
The oil painting is "The last village" and painted by an artist based in Cadouin. We spotted it at a cafe in Limeuil. I hope to get it back to Canada one day... The piece on the right is Sophie's birth
present (Seb's was a silk screened maritime view) and was made out of various textiles by a neighbour, Elma (a transplanted Scot who married a Parisan and worked in Ethiopia for the UN in the 60s). The snap doesn't do it justice. She found the sacking 1/2 buried and created something around it. It's titled "The forgotten garden" and is glued and stitched and painted.
We are so pleased with them both. So thank you!
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