Back in October, my friends and I from the Marchutz School took a petit vacance to Grenoble and through sheer happenstance - we happened to couch surf with a fiddle player who knew some band members personally - we saw this band, Les Poissons Voyageurs. Second or third row. Little Cafe. A brilliantly eclectic sound and a room full of character.
Remembering coming home from class to these autumn leaves and crisp provencal light. My french host mother’s voice and the whistle of the tea kettle downstairs.
I dream of Giverny
Les Poissons Voyageurs
A member of Les Poissons Voyageurs from their concert Friday in Grenoble. More to come.
Paris le jour, Paris le nuit
“Il s’agit de saisir ce qui ne passe pas, dans ce qui passe” [what matters is to grasp what does not pass away in what passes away.] - Vincent Van Gogh
The Marchutz School spend the day walking around Arles and St. Remis, France, with copies of Van Gogh paintings and the question: What did he see?
Looking across the Scottish lowlands.
A few lost favorites from this summer in Cambridge.
La Vie Provencal! A few images from the past month living in Provence while at the Marchutz School of Fine Arts.
Friends in front of Kensington Palace.
Susanne and Dylan.
Light and reflections at King’s College in Cambridge, England.