It’s been hard to find time lately to write because of my busy schedule, long days, and underestimated workload, but I had a fabulous adventurous weekend that I had to get down in photos and on paper in hopes that my memory serves me better later on.
On Thursday night, la Fête de la Musique took place downtown. There, music of all sorts was played live in all parts of the town. I, along with the rest of the IAU and Marchutz students wandered around enjoying the experience. Music types ranged from “screamo” to more traditional Scottish bagpipe players. Oh and there was some dancing on the side as well. So much fun!
On Friday, Marchutz took a trip to Arles to explore some Van Gogh sites. We brought along some of his prints to compare his vision to reality. We examined standing up, sitting down, turned around putting our heads through our legs… you know- all the possible combinations of a multitude of perspectives. I was told many times in my first week here that Marchutz becomes a family. Everyone is so kind and open and I could feel the close-knit family feeling that I had been told about so much on this trip. It’s strange to think that bonds are formed even in such a short period of time. It makes me wonder what it would be like to have done a full semester here. I’ve learned so much already, and would be curious to see what I could accomplish. Another clue into the power of this school in helping the artist further his or her own practice is how many people return for more. Many of the students have been here before and decided to return. Some have never left.
On Thursday night, la Fête de la Musique took place downtown. There, music of all sorts was played live in all parts of the town. I, along with the rest of the IAU and Marchutz students wandered around enjoying the experience. Music types ranged from “screamo” to more traditional Scottish bagpipe players. Oh and there was some dancing on the side as well. So much fun!
On Friday, Marchutz took a trip to Arles to explore some Van Gogh sites. We brought along some of his prints to compare his vision to reality. We examined standing up, sitting down, turned around putting our heads through our legs… you know- all the possible combinations of a multitude of perspectives. I was told many times in my first week here that Marchutz becomes a family. Everyone is so kind and open and I could feel the close-knit family feeling that I had been told about so much on this trip. It’s strange to think that bonds are formed even in such a short period of time. It makes me wonder what it would be like to have done a full semester here. I’ve learned so much already, and would be curious to see what I could accomplish. Another clue into the power of this school in helping the artist further his or her own practice is how many people return for more. Many of the students have been here before and decided to return. Some have never left.
Also, since I’ve been spending so much time here with a paintbrush in hand, I think it’s only fitting to include that in my blog. Here’s where I’ve been the past few days trying to get my reproduction just right-
And here’s what I’ve come up with-