Monday, September 21, 2009

Wonderful places, Wonderful names: A visit to Squividan and the paintings of Emile Simon and Madeleine Fié-Fieux (pronounce "Fee-ay-Fee-uh")

Ane extraordinary pair of Bretonne painters - pretty-well unknown as they had no need to sell their art and simply kept it at home at Squividan. When Madeleine died in 1995 at the age of 98, she bequeathed everything to the département of Finistère.
This summer, 2009, some of the works were put on show to the public in a small gallery attached to the manor house for the first time.
If you can read French, here is a reference:

Here's a summaryof their biographies (I haven't found one in English yet so the translation is mine):

Emile Simon and Madeleine Fié-Fieux lived and painted together in and around their home at Squividan in the commune of Clohars-Fouesnant, Finistère. They were attracted by the local countryside, architecture, traditional costumes and customs and recorded these in oil-paint.
Eventually, over 1500 works were amassed at the manor and left to the département, i.e. the nation and the world at large.
In 2009 the manor was openend to the public for the first time.
Emile Simon was born at Rennes, 28 February 1890 to a 'modest' family - father a printer and mother, dressmaker. He obtained a school diploma in Beaux-Arts and a bursary to study art in Paris in 1908. He further obtained the 'Prix du concours de Rome' (prize, enabling him to travel and study in Rome) but was persuaded to give up his place to an older pupil, hoping to go the following year. However, in 1913 he appeared to have gained a post as a professer in Cairo, only to be clalled-up (mobilised) at the beginning of WW1 so went back to France.
Incredibly, he was unfortunate to be taken gravely ill with the notorious 'Spanish 'flu' in 1917 and was invalided out of the army. Back at the family home in Rennes, he found manual work in order to support his family.
In 1921 we find him again as a professor of art in Nantes at which time he lost his left eye in a motoring accident. He married later that decade but in 1930, was already a widower and living with his mother at Nantes.
Several notable paintings and by him are recorded in the 1930s.
WW2 commenced and in 1943 moved to Quimper to avoid bombardments with a married couple, Philippe and Madeleine Fié-Fieux. Philippe was a wealthy dental surgeon. By 1945 he had obtained the post of Director of the school of fine arts at Nantes and in 1947 they all moved in to the Manor Squividan.
At some time a little later it appears that Madeleine became a widow. Emile and Madeleine stayed togrther at Squividan for the next 30 years, painting all the while. Their relationship during this time is not totally clear. Emile Simon died in 1976, painting with his left hand for the last 4 years of his life, having suffered a stroke in 1972.

In fact, Madeleine was his pupil back in Nantes, possibly before the commencement of WW2. Born in 1897, she came from a wealthy family and was a gifted potraitist. After Emile died, she took it upon herself to conserve his works, continued to paint, and died in 1995, leaving everything to the Conseil général, Finistère.

This is the manor where they lived and painted for 30 years.

One of Emile's paintings of Madeleine - painting.

Lovely light.

Superb technique.

We stumbled across all this last Friday. A small gallery with 30 or so works is now open and in 3 years' time the manor itself will have been renovated, open to the public and many more of their works will be available.
His works are incredibly attractive, nearly always done outside 'on the spot' and apparently, never reworked. Beautifully cleaned and restored, for me they are of among some the most inspiring and emotive works I have ever seen.

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Blighted Blighty- a brief visit to the Motherland

Here's my earlier post which was diverted because I used one of my own email addresses that was not logged with Posterous - Thanks Posterous for sorting this out.

We're on our way home on the ferry, 1 hour out of Portsmouth. Overall, the weather was pretty mediocre, definitely not summery. The wind blew with a vengeance every day. August 30th, 'Bank holiday Sunday' was appalling- cold enough to switch on the central heating. OK, we're English and we know what to expect in that department but as always, there was hope. No joy this time.
Highlight as always was friends and family. Nadir, also as always, was trying to move around in the turgid traffic systems with any degree of certainty.
For some years now it has been impossible to plan a journey in the UK to any sort of reliable timetable. This time was no exception and, as a final example, we caught this ferry by the skin of our teeth.

Rant coming up:...
For those who know the New Forest, that green oasis in central southern England, it was the village of Lyndhurst, the putative pearl in it's bosom, which was the final protagonist in our tragi-comedy of a journey earlier this afternoon. In short, this crossroads of two major road systems nearly caused our downfall. Four miles of jams just because of those damn' traffic lights in the middle of the village. I know this area; it's been like this for 50 years, no exaggeration. Why no relief road? You tell me. I you want to get a country moving, you see to the infrastructure, particularly the road system. You don't bury your head in the sand and simply allow the numbers of road users to continue to increase while doing nothing to accommodate them. Where are the people looking to the future? Who hears them when they say we must have more roads, expand our rail network?
As for general maintenance of public ameneties, road signs, state of the road verges, roadside drain clearance, road surface repairs and replacement, rubbish clearance.......... What's (not) happenning, UK?

There was a lot more of this rant but I've cut it down, now I'm back home in France. Don't want to upset my English friends and family but someone should at least say something from time to time to point out that UK "could do better" - as they used to say on our school reports.

Tailnote: Drove into our home town here in France on Wednesday afternoon on the final leg of the journey. Confronted with road signs directing us around the BYPASS as the road through town was being RESURFACED. There was nothing obviously wrong with the old road surface but it was time to carry out the SCHEDULED PERIODIC MAINTENANCE program. Polite signs everywhere apologising for the inconvenience alongside another new sign stating PLAN DE ANTICRISE ('anti-crisis'). This is what the French State, departments (counties) and Regions have devised to pump money into the economy by improving the infrastructure, creating work and helping to secure a future for its citizens.

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