Our last morning in Chartres proved to be a spectacular start and the town is so beautiful. Little hilly streets and limestone walls and those wonderful medieval gardens tucked behind gates and corridors. We stumbled on to a show of Antonio Saint-Silvestre in a Romanesque church of collégiale Saint-Andre, which seem such a marvelous contrast to the barrels ceiling and holy nature of the space. The church must no longer be consecrated since the art was somewhat cutting edge and not something you would find in a church.
We spent the afternnon in Rennes to get last minute art supplies and a little more sleep. Sunday we drive to Léhon and settle in at the Residency location. Then my work begins.
It is 10 pm and if I were a plein air painter I could still be out painting. A very strange concept. The golden light just starting to soften and loose its edge. But I am not a plein air painter – I am a studio painter. Some people may wonder what is the difference? The difference is where you complete your paintings. I like to have a space in a studio where I can control my surroundings, the light, the climate, my privacy…So here I am I France with the fields of sunflowers passing by and the rolling wheat fields and I wonder if perhaps I will become plein air on during this adventure. Going on this journey with so much of the unknown is making me think I need to loose the control a little.