Au Revoir Pyrenees
The painting is finished! Five days in the making and I am quite proud of how it has come out. It was painted from six different locations.
It was received well by the family of the Bergerie Inn who housed me for the whole week. I’ve learned since that a “Bergerie” means a sheep house. I like that. Although they spoke little English, we became quite cordial and I enjoyed their company immensely.
All through the week I had lots of visitors. Sometimes I painted in secluded spots, sometimes right in the thick of things. Locals and tourists alike were supportive of my progress. In a country where art expectations are perhaps the highest in the world, hearing “magnifique” and “c’est belle” made me smile. Besides the thrill of painting itself, the complements and encouragement of others reassures my decision to pursue painting.
Each Painting is a step in the right direction and I am excited to see where this path goes.I’m sad to leave these mountains, this town, the Inn. I’ve never felt so much like a hobbit in the village of Brie scheming life’s next moves drinking ale in the barroom of the Prancing Pony. My fantasy temporarily made into reality. I’m hesitant to go. But...
“The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”
A friend from the Refuge has invited me to his artist “convent” in a valley not far away. Then off to Paris I go to get lost in that wonderful city. Bon Soiree!