25 March 2010

Paris: The Chairs
























The Jardin des Tuileries is one of my favorite places in Paris (if not the world) and home to a plethora of my favorite subject: chairs. Hundreds of green metal chairs are scattered throughout the garden that stretches from Place du Concorde to the Louvre.
























No matter where my wanderings took me during the day, I somehow always found myself back in Tuileries. I woke up early one morning to sketch and paint while the garden was deserted. My hands went numb in the cold, but I had the chairs all to myself. The next day was warmer and windy and crowded. In the late afternoon light the chairs cast long blue shadows. I was contented to sit and sketch.

























I was acutely aware of the light in Paris. I think I finally allowed myself to slow down; to absorb the blue shadows of green chairs in the afternoon or the ambers of evening in the city. I had forgotten how to pause. I cannot think of a better place to do so than amongst the endless green chairs of Jardin des Tuileries.

Afternoon Chair/shadow

sketchbook page 03.10.10
4.5 x 5"

copyright Kate Castelli 2010

23 March 2010

Glovebox Illustration Show


Join us for the opening reception tonight. Featuring the work of graduating AIB seniors and selected alumni (including myself).

15 March 2010

Paris: Louvre Faces

























The Louvre is like walking into an art history book: overwhelming but wonderful.

Louvre Faces
sketchbook pages
various sizes not exceeding 2.5 x 3.5"

copyright Kate Castelli 2010

Paris: A Summary

Lundi/ breakfast in Munich / Paris by noon / Rue Notre Dame de Lorette / walking up the butte to Montmatre / hundreds and hundreds of steps to Sacre Coeur / catching my breath and lighting candles / Au Lapin Agile / Place de Tertre and the portrait artists / walking downhill / the bright lights of Pigalle / dinner on Rue des Matyrs / Mardi / early morning in Jardin des Tuileries / painting and drawing the green chairs until my fingers went numb in the cold / crossing the Solferino / chocolat chaud and roasted chestnuts waiting in line to get into the Musee D'Orsay / the magnificent station clock from 1900 /Degas' bronze horse studies / drawing chairs from the Art Noveau collection / Les Balayeurs by Maurice Denis / down the Quai Voltaire /browsing the green bookstalls along the Seine / vintage Rolling Stones records / window shopping in the antiques district of Rive Gauche / Des Ecoles de Beaux Arts / Laduree at 21 Rue Bonaparte / bowtie clad waitstaff / 26 different flavors of petits macarons / treating myself to chestnut, spiced fruit, blueberry, chocolate, coffee, rose petal, raspberry, and pistachio / Sennelier / supplying artists including Picasso since 1887 / reed pens, bone folders, handstitched sketchbooks, and violet ink / Place du Concorde / watching them erect the white tents for Fashion week / swarms of photographers laden down with gear / the famous and the skeletal teetering around the jardin in 4" heels/ dust storms blowing in / Librarie Galignani on Rue de Rivoli / Playmobil exhibit at the Musee des Arts Decoratifs / divine dinner at Les Progres in Abesses / baked Camembert with Provencal honey, field greens vinaigrette, and rosemary roast chicken / Mercredi /finding the Musee Picasso closed in Marais / disappointment / the inside out Centre Pompidou / breakfast and people watching at the musee cafe / L'autre noir / exhibition of work from female artists of the permanent collection / two small exquisite ink drawings by Eva Hesse / accordion books by Kiki Smith / panoramic views of the city from the 5th floor / first Lucien Freud retrospective since 1987 / his brutally honest self portraits / getting lost in the maze of the Metro at Place du Chatlet / the skeleton of Les Halles / iron and glass awnings remain / ribbon, yarn, buttons, beads, and notions at La Drougerie / found myself back in Jardin des Tuileries with my beloved green chairs / the apricot sunlight of late afternoon casting strong shadows / pony rides and toy boats to sail on the ponds / crocque madame and Orangina in Pigalle / Jeudi / when the metro doors opened at Saint Lazare I could hear the opening chords of "Layla" being played on an electric guitar/ morning walk past the heavily guarded American and British embassies / a quiet corner of the Champs-Elysees / Marche aux Timbres et Cartes Postales/ the stamp market made famous by Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn in 1963's Charade / ephemeral treasures to be found amongst the stalls / a bundle of letters from the early 1800s / browsing the orderly and indexed post cards / the Louvre / 35,000 works on exhibit / navigating by memory to find Albrecht Durer's self portrait with a thistle in the Richilieu wing / fragments of Egypt in the gilded salles of the Sully wing / sketching in the Italian salles of the Denon wing / Mona Lisa / Winged Victory / Venus de Milo / tarte aux pommes at Cafe Mollien / overwhelmed by art history / Vendredi /Pere Lachaise Cimetiere on the outskirts / 2 Euros well spent on a map of the 105 acres / the only grey day and a monotone color palette of stone and sky / a fascinating array of doors on the family crypts / wrought and rusted / dense pathways of stone / wandering the avenues with crows flying overhead / Marcel Proust. Honre Balzac, Apollonaire, Gertude Stein, Amedeo Modigliani, Max Ernst, Jim Morrison, and Oscar Wilde's kiss covered gravestone among the famous dead / feral cats roaming among the graves / the unexpected treasure of Musee d'Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris / impressive collection of early Fauvist works / Raul Dufy / Andre Breton / Femme aux Yeux Bleus by Modigliani / Jan Dibblets playing with the geometry of horizons / Palais de Tokyo / sitting on the steps of Trocedero waiting for the sun to set / the Eiffel tower faintly amber and glowing brighter as the sky darkens / crossing the Pont Iena and watching the electric glitter of the light show / Samedi / the nightmare of Charles de Gaulle airport / barely catching my plane / home to a soaking wet Boston

14 March 2010

Paris: A small moment...

















A view from Montmatre at dusk. I'll share more from Paris as soon as I unpack and figure out what time it is...

07 March 2010

Merveilleux
























There are crocuses blooming outside my front door.

There is a particular joy in the first warm days of early Spring, they make me suddenly aware that I am alive and grateful for the air in my lungs and the sun on my face.

And now I'm going to Paris for a week to wander, draw, and eat.

Adieu
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06 March 2010

Be my guest















I will be guest-blogging at Glovebox in the next couple of weeks.

Take a look here.

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