Sunday, 15 January 2017

LES COLLETTES
















It was a sizzling day in the South of France last June, 
when we arrived in Cagnes sur Mer 
to take in the old farmhouse & gardens of Auguste Renoir
~ his beloved “Les Collettes”, 
where he lived with his family 
for the final twelve years of his life. 
The estate is perched on top of a hill 
with incredible views to the Cap d’Antibes
and Haut-de-Cagnes.













As we ascend towards the main building, 
we pass under the shadow of olive trees, 
the kind Northern girl me has hardly seen 
~ centuries old that you can’t resist brushing with your hand 
to feel those enticing grooves, lifelines on the bark
~ etchings of the passing years, 
like lines on a dear elderly face 
with wisdom concealed in the depths.











It’s a surprisingly quiet afternoon, 
as we walk through the main entrance 
~ just one other couple & the two of us. 
We enter an unspoken pact to keep our distance, 
as if all here by ourselves, 
ready to hear the walls speak. 












And the walls  do tell their stories 
~ in unison with the peeling layers of paint, 
the far-flung ceilings, 
the sense of stillness, 

















the simply and sparsely furnished rooms, 
that caressing gold-tinged milky light 
that floods through the vast windows 
& fills you to the core. 
I swear I can feel it now.



























Renoir’s wheelchair & easel in his atelier 
are reminders of the pain & beauty that intermingled, 
that never ruled each other out. 
The creativity & persistence.

He painted until his death, 
even with his hands curled due to arthritis 
and being left in a wheelchair after a stroke. 

He looked for new ways of expression 
~ changed his technique,
an assistant would place the brush in his bandaged hand. 
He used a moving canvas to be able to make larger works. 
And he began to create sculptures with the help of a young artist. 



“The pain passes, but the beauty remains”
~ he is quoted as saying.




















“The work of art must seize upon you, 
wrap you up in itself and carry you away. 
It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. 
It is the current which he puts forth 
which sweeps you along in his passion.”

– Pierre-Auguste Renoir





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[All pictures shot last summer
at Les Collettes aka Musée Renoir,
visitor information here.]


















4 comments:

  1. Wonderful place and gorgeous photos, Rebecca. I would like to go. Maybe someday. But I can dream...
    Thank you so much

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    1. Thank you dear Nines
      – so many gems dotted in that area,
      beautiful ancient villages
      & traces of artists...
      You'd love it.
      I'd love to keep going back, too,
      and explore some more...

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  2. Beautiful Pictures and a wonderful House <3 <3 <3

    Thanks for the Post <3

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  3. Your photos ara marvelous Rebecca, you did a very good job.

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- whether it's a single word
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