January 27, 2022
Orquevaux, France
Or, Que Vaux?
I spy a frozen web, tiny crystals lining spiders perfect design. As art critics we laugh, what power has beauty. Spiders trail of experience builds the making for expression. Orquevaux, this little town brings serenity in support of quiet observation. Walking senses the landscape holding the wanderers heart. A journey that never ends. What is it worth? Gold.
The trail, marked for generations, moves the gentle soul naturally into position. Who lives this, knows the mystery isn’t for the taking. Waterscape dominates, emphasising shallowness that doesn’t run dry. The source found, complies in every way to a natural order.
My mentor is perfectly seen in this landscape, a green gold tapestry. Her ancient presence gives awe in every breath. Perfectly white. Ghost like. The grace of the Egret or White Crane warms in heart the valley bellow. These paintings and sketches depict my month long journey with her in residency at Chateau Orquevaux, France.
Denise Richard
