Memories - Loved - Marguerite - Calder - Venice - Palazuelo

One of my favorite photos of my grandfather, here he arrives in New York during the first transatlantic crossing of the liner France.

To get there, this little kid, who became an orphan during the 1914-18 war, will work to “succeed”. With his tenacity and his talent, he will do even better, he will write his name in the history of art, by being at the same time collector, publisher, printer, press man, 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. This was my darling Grandpa.
Marguerite Maeght, born August 25, 1909 and died in July 1977.
Here she is posing for Henri Matisse, luckily a few sessions were filmed.
"Marguerite Devaye was born into a family of rich Provençal traders. Some were market gardeners, others, of Genoese origins, boat owners, supplied spices and dried fruits to an entire part of the Mediterranean. One of her uncles was a founding member of the very chic Motor Yacht Club of Antibes He is an original motor sports enthusiast who has a famous car garage, one of the largest on the Côte d'Azur. Eccentric and generous, he has a dinghy specially made for each of his. Guiguite grew up first in Bargemon, a pretty village in the hinterland, then in Cannes where his parents are fruit and vegetable wholesalers, their warehouses surrounding the Forville market. It's there, among the jovial sellers. and caustics, in the most hectic district of Cannes, that she developed a sacred sense of repartee, a humor, a spontaneity and a talent for human contact which, a few years later, would play a capital role in the rise professional couple. But more than anything, Guiguite's talent is his aptitude for happiness." Excerpt from La Saga Maeght.
Calder, his face and his big sweaters.
When I was a child, Sandy would send us or bring back from the United States, blue jeans, Canadian shirts and those famous big sweaters.
At the school we went to, pants were forbidden unless 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 Sam Keller on the left, head of the Beyeler Foundation since 2008, I think we've known each other for a good thirty years! And on the right, Staffan Ahrenberg, Swedish collector who relaunched the magnificent magazine Les Cahiers d'Art.
Tied when it comes to smiles, but when it comes to hair, it's me that you have to count on!
Pablo Palazuelo with my grandfather Aimé Maeght.
A giant because Grandpa was very tall. Great guys, right? elegant and talented!
Pablo Palazuelo, born in 1915 in Madrid.
In 1932, he studied at the Madrid School of Architecture and then, in 1933, at 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 Exhibition of Fine Arts and he created 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 began his collaboration with the Galerie Maeght. He meets Eduardo Chillida with whom he becomes friends. In 1955 he had his first individual exhibition at the Galerie Maeght in Paris.
In 1969, return to Spain in Monroy. In the following years his exhibitions were more and more frequent in Madrid (ThéoGallery), Barcelona and Paris (Galerie Maeght). In 1981, Éditions Maeght published a monograph devoted 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 his last day.
I am referring to the imagination which can move from the state of “passive” imagination to the stage of “active” imagination. Passive imagination is subject to the sense of sensitive, external perception, while active imagination is a faculty of meditation. The first generates fantasies while the second, which is also based on sensitive perspectives, nevertheless continues its journey well beyond and, through the influx 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 material where the material energies of the universe are incarnated. I believe, when I think about 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 which is reflected in his works. A great artist, a great man.