This morning I looked out the window to see the last nine golden leaves quiver atop the small poplar growing from below the stone wall at the river bank. A brief ray of gold lit up the delicate tips of the micocoulier trees on the far shore. Only branches remain. Beyond the bridge I see a sparse number of kaki or persimmons oddly orange suspended in space clinging for color’s sake in a muted palette of winter.
It is the 6 Decembre and I catch myself trying to assimilate the last couple of weeks. It is the moment to reflect and to cherish and wonder when nature removes her clothes, revealing sa forme, and her bones. No embellishments, pas de decoration, only a hard grey armature…beautiful and intricate like the thousands of stones in my house. There are few distractions in winter. En hiver, we create our own diversions. The darkness invites the lights and the starkness asks for color. It was Un Dimanche á Sauve two days ago. “A Sunday in Sauve” is an seasonal event which happens four times a year on a sunday. All the ateliers and galleries were open to share the beauty and color created by tellement des artistes who live and work in Sauve. I strolled about connecting and meeting those I had not met, weaving more threads in the fabric of life here. The quantity, quality and diversity of work created here is amazing. As I continue to paint here, I can visualize my participation in this event in the future.
In the evening I had an opportunity to participate in un défilé de mode, a fashion show, as a model dressing up with six other women in les vêtements designed by Michelle of nearby St Hippolyte du Forte. We descended a great stone staircase in La Maison de Comte, a grand and elegant house of the XVII Century in the center of the village, to an audience in attendance for a theatrical spectacle to follow. In my asymmetrical pleated burgundy dress and whimsical chapeau attached to my head I experienced a moment of elegance, joy and pure amusement recollecting my very brief modeling career in my twenties. Unfortunately, my camera was not in use and the memories are caché dans ma tête, hidden in my head. To follow Un Dimanche a Sauve go to: undimancheasauve.com