Our next adventure has commenced we are off for eight weeks to Provence to teach at SCAD Lacoste France for the Illustration department. I have three classes and am excited as to how the the term will unravel. We have trips around the countryside sketching, travelling to Paris and Angouleme and having an ideal opportunity to speak French and be in love with just being here. Epiphany the celebration of the three kings was acknowledged with arriving at Lacoste, in the Luberon valley, previous abode of the Marquis de Sade. We eventually made it in spite of cancelled ferry crossings, high winds and Mike’s fear that he would not get to Megeve for his skiing trip on Saturday morning! Eleanor Twiford the Director of SCAD Lacoste and her husband greeted us into Apartment no 2 a simple apartment with a farrow and ball touch. We love it !
After unloading and putting the little objects brought from St Ursula it starts to feel like home. Why can’t I stop myself buying toys? A little BP delivery van probably made in China, there were twenty different lorries all painted in green BP colours which needed a home, twenty would be fabulous but one was enough for Mike to raise an eyebrow over! It sits proudly on the mantelpiece with a handmade house by Victor Stuart Graham commencing its journey along with mine. We toasted the achievement of actually getting here and for the next stage of this incredibly exciting adventure!
It is bright cold and breathtaking, the view from our window can only be described as a child's perfect rendition of what should be in the landscape: a house, trees, a bonfire, animals, mountains and a horizon that goes on beyond the for ever. It cannot be captured photographically as a geometric framework, we all see it differently and our associations give each aspect a personal importance and size. I wave Mike goodbye and wander around the village and realise there are very few people here, where is anyone ? is it because its winter or has Pierre Cardin after buying the chateau pushed them all out? SCAD must help boost the numbers.
The church bell rings every half hour next to my house it is my dream come true
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