Well, after two weeks in the south of France, I'm back into a subterranean New York existence.. oh the smells of the subway;) HUGE thanks to the @la_napoule_artfoundation for the privilege of being a resident at the Château. My only job was to paint, explore.. and apply sunscreen on occasion. #scandinavian
Was it the perfect time for some insta-posting? Maybe, but for me, social media anxiety (SMA) makes it hard to enjoy the experience while publicly documenting. (If SMA's not a real thing it should be.) I decided on post-France posting. .
So. Wedged between the turquoise Mediterranean and rugged peaks of the Alpes Maritimes Mountains, La Napoule is a small town that infuses its visitors with a fervor that is equal parts tenacity and romanticism. At center stage is the "Château de La Napoule". .
In 1919, expats Henry and Marie Clews took the crumbling Château and restored it to its former glory--a 20 year undertaking. Henry was a self-taught sculptor, and, as chief architect, Marie passionately took up the cause of creating an environment that allowed him to do his best work. .
As artists, dreamers, and story-tellers, the Clews were engrossed with building the ultimate stage on which to live. This definitely comes across in Marie's memoirs, aptly titled, "Once Upon a Time at La Napoule," but more on that later:)
La Napoule was an incredible place to paint, but it also proved itself as a breeding ground for thoughts and stories, as Henry and Marie discovered a century ago. Over the next few weeks I will share my paintings, as well as some of the history, context, and ideas as inspired by the charms of this seaside town. No obligation to read... but it will be here for my fellow nerds and as my own record of the experience❤️ Enjoy!