Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Un Peu Lost in thought


It is some time since we have visited Un Peu Loufoque and we find her in changed circumstances. See her, there, under the apple trees , sitting at the small table, her early morning tissaine untouched, Her gaze fixed on something only the heart can see ,her long fingers turning her wedding band , her silk peignoir with its abundant bright and Japanese chrysanthemum design partly hidden by the shawl falling about her shoulders , ill protecting her from the from the early morning chill that the feeble sun can not vanquish.


Oblivious and seemingly unobserved, She has the air of a woman made tedious by the world and disinclined to engage its trifle worries any further. She stares out over garden, the box hedged beds of which are laced with bejewelled cobwebs decorated with the diamonds of dewdrops. In the house her children sleep and the servants step quietly about their tasks. Her husband is nowhere to be seen. He has long gone. She is a woman alone.


So then what frightful and vexing events have brought our brave heroine to such a pass, have the wicked but persistent sardine gutters finally had their revenge? Perhaps the fearsome looming shadow of Anck has darkened her household, or is it possibly that Loic ,startled into a fit of frozen animation by something such as the unfortunate backfiring of the lambique still in the outhouse at an inappropriate and inopportune moment, has tumbled from the towering turret above Un peu's long neglected studio, whence he has smashed , like a plummeting stone, through the glass of the hot house several metres below ,thus destroying the melon beds and flattering madame grongoines spiked German helmet in one swift but foul swoop? Who can guess, we shall just I fear have to gird our impatient loins and wait as the story unfolds as no doubt it will in due course....


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The painting is "two breton women sitting under an apple tree" by paul serusier, if you would like to see mroe o f his workthis online gallery is excellant. Serusier was born in Paris on 9 November 1864 and was a French painter who was a pioneer of abstract art and an inspiration for the avant-garde Nabi movement, he moved down to Pont Aven in Brittany in 1880 to become one of Gaugans band of followers.



6 comments:

Fred said...

For some reason i feel heartened to see your HofA lessons again.
It gives one hope that, while bloodied and hurt, UPL is yet unbowed......

Pondside said...

The wait has been worth it!! I have haunted the site, waiting for the return of the elegant and intrepid Madame. Sooooo glad to see you back!!

Fennie said...

It is not only Sherlock Holmes who returns from the dead. Brought back by popular demand. Indeed. What ghastly tales await, what dark deeds, what ravages will assail the granite of La Maison Loufouque and its charming pottager. Already I smell gun oil and the counting of cartridges........C'├ętait une nuit, noire et orageuse......

Norma Murray said...

Un Peu Loufoque, great you see you back on the planet. Can't wait for more
love Lampie

Blossomcottage said...

Loins girded, and I await with anticipation to hear all, patients is not my greatest asset I fear I might be beside myself by the time we hear more.

Sallys Chateau said...

How lovely to see you back, your writing skills have not diminished, I envisage exciting stories ahead.