Open the window to a different view

If I were a young writer searching for my voice would you listen and comment on my veracity in tone and text?
I could be standing on the stone in the river watching the river move slowly on. I could watch and tell you of the upstream... the otters, the arching willows, trout
sleeping in dark pools. no, I could not see the rapids and the waterfall, a few miles further on.
I am downstream, looking back at the beautiful falls; the river pounding on the slippery rocks under the foaming water. I stand on a sandy beach eroding as I watch the falls.
I am old, I remember clinging to the rock above the falls. I remember how the current of time swept me down stream and the only mercy was the rock I could cling to as I listened to the crashing river.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

land development


Le Moulin de la Galette
Paris, March 1887
Oil on Canvas 46x38cm
Pittsburg Museum of Art,
Carnegie Institute


This is Mountmartre in Vincent’s day it was a rather rural setting and was just beginning to be developed. The building of Sacre Coeur basilica on the top of the hill had just begun you can see some scaffolding behind the big windmill. This mill or Moulin in French is the site for the very famous Renoir of the dancers. The huge old mill made it a landmark, the tax-free status, wine making, the bakery made the mill a destination for Parisians that wanted a day in the country without really leaving town. It may have formed a sentimental attachment for people like Vincent who like a rural life. There is no doubt that windmills remind everyone of the Dutch and Vincent was no different. The distance and remote view of the hill speak again of the outsider’s view. Vincent lived close to the mill with his brother Theo, on Rue Lepic, on the urban developed side of the hill. Many artists lived on this highest spot in Paris. At the same time the van Goghs lived here, Degas, Lautrec, Pissaro, Renoir; lived as well. Mountmartre, means, the mount of the martyr.  

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