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Jean Lurçat

August 25th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

The image at top is Lurcat’s,”Paysage à Smyrne, l’arbre mort,” 1926. Now at the St. Louis Museum of Art. Below it is my Lurcat lithogaph purchased at a flea market in Florida. The paintings title is translated as something like, Dead tree in the landscape at Smyrne.

The www says: JEAN LURÇAT (French / 1892-1966) Painter, lithographer, and tapestry designer. During WWII Jean Lurçat was active in the French Resistance, sending out radio messages every night at 10:10 p.m. from a hidden transmitter in the 12th-century fortress the Tours Saint-Laurent in Saint Céré. Jean Lurçat’s revival of French tapestry in the war years made him a symbol of aesthetic and moral defiance of the Nazis. As Jean Cocteau wrote, “It required this man, Jean Lurçat, to say ‘No.'”

Smyrne was an Ancient city near the modern Turkish port of Izmir. It was founded by the Ionians (Greeks) as a stategic location because of its port and ease of defense. By the 8th century BC the city had a circuit of defensive walls. (Helicon).

The Great Fire of Smyrne (Sept 13-17th 1922) occured after the Turks took control of the city. There is still great dispute as to how the fire started: Turks, Greeks or Armenians, it ended the four year Greco-Turkish War (Wiki).

Perhaps the painting shows a landscape–real or imaginary–of the after effects of fire. I’m quite excited to have found some information on it.

Lily Photos

August 20th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

5 year old Lily was my offical photographer while I was in Bellingham. These are some of my favorites.

The Story of the Magic Mirrors

August 18th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Merlin and the spirit of Saint Germain are in the air. About a month ago, I was dropping some unfinished cardboard frames at my brother’s house to store in his garage. They live in a builder-neighborhood that has about 5 different model house types. I think their favorite model is aptly named Bungalow. Paseos connect all of the houses to the City Center which 10 years ago when I first came to visit was a parking lot. Now the City Center is very green with peppy-jazzy-music that pipes out of the bushes and there are bronze statues of children playing and of old people sitting on benches.
For about 10 years I’ve made these cardboard magic mirrors for friends. These came about after the suggestion and enthusiasm of my old friend and former employer Ms Noel who is a fabulous scenic painter and muralist amongst other things. I made the first newly conceived Magic Mirror for her youngest daughter (I have recently heard she has grown up to be a very cool and smart young artist so I am certain their power is just). 
My 8 year old nephew asks me about the frames as I am unloading them from the back of my car to the garage: What are they? What are you going to do with them? Where do you sell them? Do they cost alot? Why do you make them out of cardboard?
Because they are magic, I told him. 
They are magic? He asked.
Yes. 
Really? 
Yes.
I can get whatever I want?
Not exactly. 
Can I have one? 
Yes. 
Yay! I’m going to get a magic mirror!!!
I couldn’t quite figure out how to say that they are not the magic of an endless pocket-full-of-gold that can get you anything you want, but a magic of focus and alchemy. 
About a week after our Magic conversation, I get a phone message from my brother and his 4 year old son saying that he would like a magic mirror as well. My brother texts me a couple weeks later: “They have been telling everyone that they are getting magic mirrors. It’s kind of hard to explain.”
Magic is difficult to explain and believe in. Goethe said that courage has genius, power and magic in it. He also said that magic is believing in yourself and if you can do that you can make anything happen. Along those same lines, JK Rowling said that we all have to remember we have magic in us–I mean read a little about her life–proof positive right? I left the Magic Mirrors for them when they were on vacation and I left a note saying that I would have to explain how they work when I saw them next. 
Sunday, I saw them again at their youngest brother’s first birthday party. The 8 year old ran past me me red faced and excited on his way to the inflatable bouncing house in the back yard saying, “Thank you for the Magic Mirror and did you bring the stuff to make them magic?” 
Yes, but we should talk about it. 
He hesitated a minute and said: They are just regular mirrors aren’t they? He seemed a bit frustrated as he hadn’t gotten any of the things he wanted. 
I don’t know are they? 
I think maybe they are. 
Did you tell anyone what you have been wishing for? 
No, he said shaking his head while his eyes said yes. 
Really? You haven’t told anyone?
He ran off to go bounce.

Amélie Dillemann

August 13th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Images: Amelie Dillemann

Ethereal, earthy, ephemeral. Do you know of Amelie Dillemann? A Parisian artist and designer her work inspired me to take up my chosen craft and medium, cardboard. If you have almost every copy of World of Interiors stacked under your upstairs hall table, like my friend Ms. V who has a very discerning eye, you will find Dillemann’s work on the cover of WOI Dec. ’99 or in WOI Sept. ’95. 

The challenging part of cardboard is creating a solid structure from which to build and embellish, and if indeed all of Miss Dillemann’s work is made entirely from cardboard, as it says in WOI, I say hats off to Miss Dillemann. More pics here.

Some of my aluminum leaf cardboard frames are now being sold at my favorite NYC shop Penine Hart, Check them out and say hi to Penine for me!

Eileen Gray

August 10th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Ms Gray had passion for her art, and as many passions come, it arrived accidentally one day as she walked along Dean St. in London: “She stumbled upon a lacquer repair shop and enquired if she could work there for a while. She spent most of the following months in the shop, watching and sometimes helping to rub down the many coats used to decorate screens and furniture. The next year, she returned to Paris armed with materials and the names of people who worked in the field. Soon, she met Seizo Sugawara, a penniless Japanese student in his 20s who had come to Paris to restore the lacquer pieces Japan had sent to the Exposition Universale. Gray asked him to teach her.” (Staunders, The House that Eileen Built.)

Lacquer work is a noxious medium which causes Urushi-kabure or lacquer poisoning. The lacquer is extracted from the lacquer tree I would suspect much like maple syrup. The juice that comes out has a molasses consistency that turns black when it touches air. It is from this raw lacquer that the disease comes not only from direct contact but also from the fumes of its evaporation. As the raw lacquer is processed with filters and color, it becomes less toxic until eventually when it is applied to a surface and hardens; Urushi-kabure is generally no longer an issue. The disease is part of the craft, it is said that every lacquer worker would get the disease to some extent and build immunity—but this is most likely a myth as some workers would get the disease 5 or 6 times (Scheube).

After references in several articles that Gray had the lacquer disease and continued with her work; this literal physical suffering for ones art, made me wonder what were the symptoms exactly. It is not fatal but it is not particularly pleasant. The Diseases of Warm Countries: A Handbook for Medical Men, 1903 tells us of the following symptoms:

“A few hours after the poison has taken effect, the patient is in a slightly feverish condition and complains principally of itching and a disagreeable feeling of tension of the skin of the head, face and limbs. Soon after oedema of the affected parts of the skin sets in with catarrh of the contiguous mucous membranes…Small red papules rise on the oedematous skin; they gradually increase in size and small blebs with sero-perulent contents form on their apices. On the arms the eruption usually extends to the elbows, on the legs to the knees, and at these limits sharp lines of demarcation are perceptible. In men the scrotum and the prepuce always participate in the oedema, and in women the labia majors are similarly affected… The pustules, which frequently become confluent, dry up or burst and become covered with eschars, but large purulent ulcerations, may result” (Scheube, 331).

All reports say that Eileen Gray just had it on her hands, but she was a private person. In her passion she continued to work with it and would eventually master the lacquer process that earned her place in the history of great lacquer artists. (Staunders).

Ms Gray was not only a fine crafts person, but an architect, textile designer, interior designer, and furniture designer. Most designers won’t be remembered longer than the blink that occurs after paging though the latest addition of Met Home; Next! Especially, here in Los Angeles where real estate is marked up and moved on so quickly such as fashion and prevailing taste–the transitory nature of interiors. I would call Eileen Gray my new design hero but I would hate to sound retrospect.

We are familiar with her Bibendum Chair, inspired by the Michelin man’s rotund shape and her eponymous bedside table she designed for her sister who had a penchant for eating in bed (so often seen next to sofas) but her Pirogue daybed designed for the rue de lota apartment one of her first commissions, I had never before seen. I ran across it in a book on Art Deco while I was at the library in Bellingham, WA and thought: complex form, lacquer and silver leaf—my hero!
“One must be grateful to all those people who bother to unearth us and at least to preserve some of our work. Otherwise it might have been destroyed like the rest.” -E.G.

08-08-08

August 8th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

For the last week or so I have had a mysterious email on Yahoo. Somewhere a new message exists but is hiding itself from me. It is driving me a little batty. I have emptied my INBOX I have searched through Spam and Drafts, and there is just not anything there. Regardless, my INBOX still says 1 new message. I am certain it is a very important; news I have been waiting for, a sign from the universe? But what? Maybe it will reveal itself on this auspicious day.

We are always the same age inside. -G.Stein

August 5th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Bibelots Design is back after a much needed respite from the last 8 month’s respite. And now, Dearest Reader, I am back to work. It seems that my external hard drive that the kid at Staples sold me on buying instead of CD’s is no longer working (will a refrigerator magnet erase everything?) and with that, gone are all of the pictures that I’ve been saving to share with you. Nonetheless, new beginnings.

I spent the last week in Bellingham, Washington at the farm of my oldest friend, Tina. Perhaps it was the quickness of the decision to go and the short 2 hour flight but the whole trip seemed otherworldly and I kept thinking of what Jane Bowles said when she moved to Morocco that they whole experience seemed like a dream. I milked a goat, I collected eggs, and we ate off the grid, which is what my hosts and her family’s goal is: self sufficiency growing all of their own food. I must say that I had the most delicious pork chops there and one fabulous meal after another. Read Michael Pollan’s, The Omnivore’s Dilemma.