Stories
Sometimes a story pops up …
A Double-chambered Vessel
It was during the time I had just begun my first lessons in graphic techniques at the academy. My greatest source of inspiration were the drawings I had made during a long stay in Mexico. (More about that in this blog post: Mexico, my plein air sketch roots.) The archaeological sites of Tula and Teotihuacan… Continue reading
Coup d’État
What’s on my desk, and in my head When you draw what’s on your desk, almost on automatic pilot because you know all that stuff by heart without even looking, all sorts of things go through your head. Like this story … The hidden life of stationery And then, the calculator seized power. The stapler… Continue reading
How I came to know ‘Le Geste’. (French mark making)
Sleight of hand, perfect moves, how should we call what the French describe as ‘Le Geste’ ? Continue reading
Each man under his own vine and fig tree
We installed our barbecue and table in the shade of the old fig tree on our courtyard. It was fresh and pleasant under his leaves in times of intense heat during summers in Provence. Continue reading
The navel of the South of France
In anticipation of the French presidential elections on April 23 and May 7, 2017, I browse one of my old notebooks seeking comments on the previous electoral duel. Not so difficult, the presidency in France is valid for five years, sometimes to the disappointment of many. Continue reading
About Me
World citizen with a notebook in hand to write, sketch and tell stories with all senses present.
This blog is a zibaldone in itself — part notebook, part stage, where fragments turn into text, images, and sometimes motion. Mostly on keeping a zibaldone, Provence, sketching and stories of all kind.
Recent Posts
- The oldest house in Oppède-le-Vieux
- A Double-chambered Vessel
- Thinking through making
- Coup d’État
- Mexico 1986, my plein air sketch roots
- A commissioned travel journal
- The creation of a story map: Moulin Saint-Augustin, Oppède
- The landscape as memory
- The cultural artefact in the Provençal landscape
- Jean-Paul Clébert’s house
