I’m determined to paint no matter what. Just for my “inner ding”. Just because while I paint I forget the world and all I am is this moment.
Day 1 April 20th & 2 April 22th and day 3 Mai 3rd. A landscape seen from the estate of Les Clarisses, situated on a small road between the D999 St Hippolyte Du Fort – Sauve & The road to Durford. Oil on canvas 50x70cm.
reduction lino print technique – in multiple color variations
Dimensions : plate = A4 – Aqua linol ink – 2021
I never leave the house without a sketchbook. It gives me that little sparkle of accomplishment and inspiration.
“In afwachting”. While waiting for my next exhibition to open in spring, although one is ongoing in Sauve at Galerie Vidourle, and open to the public, and a shop “Chez Marte” in St Hippolyte du Fort has some of my small engravings on display. This is really a perfect opportunity to work on a variety of drawings, paintings and engravings from nature. For years I have almost completely invested my time in one exhibition after the next. And now because this is no longer possible I feel like I claim my time to solely dedicate to the challenging making-of.
Sur la route de Lasalle / pastel sec 42x50cm
Du 5 décembre 2020/ prolongation: mi-avril 2021 / Souvernirs d’autres fois avec les artistes permanents de la Galerie Vidourle SAUVE. FRANCE
Dans le contexte actuel l’ouverture de la galerie ce fera sur rendez-vous. N’hésitez pas à nous contacter par mail: galerievidourle@gmail.com
Part of the creative team for the decors & small role.
Other national Theater London article :
Nick Awde | THE X REPORT
The Escape of Iris Dupont – aka L’Evasion d’Iris Dupont – is a solo mask piece made as a direct artistic response to our Covid times. And although devised and performed within the specific setting of lockdown in the South of France, it’s delightfully universal.
‘Delightfully’ is an odd word of choice perhaps, but the success of this piece lies very much in finding the positive at the moment and celebrating it while acknowledging the paradox of how the social animal that is humankind has had to save itself (from itself) through isolation.
With smatterings of French, mainly public services announcements subtitled in English, Freya Stang’s pensioner, who lives alone, suddenly finds her routine of cleaning her impeccable home in a sleepy provincial town interrupted by news flashes announcing the invasion of the virus and lockdown. Like wartime bulletins, each signs off with “Vive la république!” – “Long live the Republic!”
New regulations are continually announced, rapidly corralling older people in their own home and in care homes into an utterly cut-off existence. A clock ticks relentlessly, pushing Iris deeper into quarantine, and as the radio blares out “While at home take care of your loved ones!”, the minutiae of her daily habits become a poignant lifeline: laying madeleines on a plate, hoovering, dusting, expanded by new routines prompted by the radio such as reading, workouts, dancing with herself.
Running gags build as she tries to follow the rules and impose order on her own life, but as the daily totals of cases and deaths mount, her ennui grows exponentially – as do the rapture and despair. And then one day activity starts to enter from outside – church bells, a mask left at her door – along with the grim reports of older people dying in care homes with no one to comfort them.
So one day she escapes, and what has so far been a filmed stage production before a present audience, now becomes a roaming street video as Iris wanders her town. It’s clear that she’s not breaking any law nor is she fleeing, seeking haven elsewhere. Going outside is her breakout and her reconnection, resetting her normal solitude in place of the imposed isolation.
In Simsalabim’s production, Stang keeps focus throughout as performer and director, her dutifully restrained physicality signalling the nuances of Iris’s moods and changes. The action is well paced and never stops long enough to wallow in itself (a pitfall of mask theatre) – in fact the non-dialogue fits the cloying silence of quarantine, limned by the default look of Iris’s mask (resigned bemusement I’ll hazard).
With Elisabeth Mazauric on camera, Stang connected with the world narrative by using their daily allowance of 60 minutes exercise to film the outside scenes. And it’s an interesting transition, the strangely deserted town evoking ‘The Day After…’ scenarios as the camera follows her around the town’s empty squares and streets. Eventually Iris encounters other town inhabitants – real-life – who greet her from a distance.
The creative team convincingly make a little go a long way: Coco as the bever with Rika Deryckere’s as the bird and her chintzy painted interior of Iris’s flat, costumes by Françoise Schira with the help of Philippe Schira, large marionettes by Solenne Capmas, while Didier Peigle’s sound design offsets the radio flashes with Vivaldi, pop, chamber folk and birdsong.
Every handmade Leporello is unique and filled, recto verso, with drawings in and around Sauve. Interrested ? Let me know.
