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Caracal or desert lynx (Caracal caracal): photo by Van 3000, 2006
Camille Claudel in her workshop (image via Wikipedia)
In the French town of Nogent-sur-Seine, the Musée Camille Claudel opened last month with 43 of the artist’s sculptures, the largest collection anywhere in the world.
Source: Sculptor Camille Claudel Finally Gets Her Own Museum
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See another photo of her from Daily News Obit here.
From quite early in her life, Abakanowicz has held a deep regard for the rough stalwartness of the Polish peasant culture and the utilitarian weaving done by Polish women.
“The fiber I use in my works derives from plants and is similar to that from which we ourselves are composed…our heart is surrounded by the coronary plexus, the most vital of threads…handling fiber we handle mystery. When the biology of our body breaks down the skin has to be cut so as to give access to the inside. Later it has to be sewn on like fabric. Fabric is our covering and attire, made with our hands it is a record of our thought.”
Source: Vitro Nasu » Blog Archive » Magnificent Polish Artist Magdalena Abakanowicz died at 86,
Howe is an expression of the notion that the appropriate way to recognise the sun’s fundamental unity with the earth is through the agency of shelter. It is a temple of the sun. This is resonant with what I have already noted, namely that the physical and spiritual aspects of shelter are deeply intertwined in the human psyche. In a complementary way that is what the classical myth of Philemon and Baucis tells us also. If you give freely to others of the hospitality of your hut, you may find that your hut has become transformed into a temple.
text & photography, Murdo Macdonald
coda
a bowl, after Ovid
growing old together
Baucis & Philemon
share this humble home
raking ashes, lighting fires
with the little breath
their frail bodies have left
in the middle of the table
they set their only bounty
a bowl of clear white honey
(AF)
ALEC FINLAY
Source: Alec Finlay: We all need shelter