One of my favorite pictures of my grandfather, here he is arriving in New York on the first transatlantic crossing of the liner France. To get there, this little kid, orphaned during the First World War, had to work hard to "succeed". With his tenacity and his talent, he will do even better, he will write his name in the history of art, being at the same time collector, publisher, printer, pressman, music and film producer, gallery owner, creator of the Maeght Foundation and patron. But above all, he was the friend, the immense friend of artists. He was my beloved grandfather.
Marguerite Maeght, born August 25, 1909 and died in July 1977.
Here she is posing for Henri Matisse, luckily some sessions were filmed. "Marguerite Devaye was born into a family of rich Provençal merchants. Some were market gardeners, others, of Genoese origins, boat owners, supplied spices and dried fruits to a whole part of the Mediterranean. One of his uncles was a founding member of the very chic Motor Yacht Club of Antibes. He was an original motor sports enthusiast who owned a famous car garage, one of the largest on the French Riviera. Eccentric and generous, he had a dinghy specially built for each of his children. Guiguite first grew up in Bargemon, a pretty village in the hinterland, then in Cannes where his parents are wholesalers in fruits and vegetables, their warehouses frame the Forville market. It is there, among the jovial and caustic salesmen, in the most hectic district of Cannes, that she develops a great sense of repartee, a funniness, a spontaneity and a talent for human contact which, a few years later, will play a capital role in the professional ascension of the couple. But more than anything else, Guiguite's talent is her ability to be happy." Excerpt from La Saga Maeght.Calder, his face and his big sweaters.When I was a kid, Sandy used to send us or bring us back from the States, blue jeans, Canadian shirts and those famous big sweaters. At the school where we went, pants were forbidden except to be worn with a skirt! So, you have to imagine our touch with my sister Flo!
Memory of a lunch in Venice, on the terrace of the Monaco with on the left Sam Keller, head of the Fondation Beyeler since 2008, I think we've known each other for thirty years! And on the right, Staffan Ahrenberg, a Swedish collector who has relaunched the magnificent magazine Les Cahiers d'Art. Equality on the smile side, but when it comes to hair, I'm the one to count on!Pablo Palazuelo with my grandfather Aimé Maeght.A giant because Grandpa was very tall. Elegant and talented guys! Pablo Palazuelo, born in 1915 in Madrid. In 1932, he studied at the School of Architecture in Madrid and then, in 1933, in Oxford, at the School of Arts and Crafts.
In 1939 he abandoned architecture to devote himself to painting. In 1945 he had his first exhibition at the National Fine Arts Exhibition and produced his first abstract paintings. In 1948, he obtained a scholarship from the French Institute to study in Paris where he remained until 1968.
In 1949 he began his collaboration with the Maeght Gallery. He met Eduardo Chillida, with whom he became friends. In 1955 he had his first individual exhibition at the Maeght Gallery in Paris.
In 1969 he returned to Spain to Monroy. In the following years his exhibitions became more and more frequent in Madrid (TheoGallery), Barcelona and Paris (Maeght Gallery). In 1981, Maeght Edition published a monograph dedicated to his work, produced in collaboration with Claude Esteban.
Palazuelo died on October 3, 2007, at the age of 91, at his home in Galapagar, near Madrid, where he worked until the last day.
I refer to the imagination that can pass from the state of "passive" imagination to the stage of "active" imagination. The passive imagination is subject to the sense of sensitive, external perception, while the active imagination is a faculty of meditation. The former generates fantasies, while the latter, which is also based on sensible perspectives, nevertheless continues far beyond and, through the influence of the intellect, becomes an organ of true knowledge. The imagination and dreams of man reveal the unknown, the language that imagines is the vehicle and the sound matter where the material energies of the universe are embodied. I believe, come to think of it, that all energies are material.
As a child, I was fascinated by Pablo Palazuelo, both by his sublime looks and by his paintings. He had a natural elegance that is reflected in his work. A great artist, a great man. . Find La Saga Maeght here
