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Bernard Perroud Sculptor |
Reflections on Art in NatureText on contemporary art in a natural environmentfor 'Nouvel Objet' VI.
Written
by Bernard Perroud
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Portrait of me, Bernard
Perroud. Photo by Jim Kouzes.
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In 1970 I hiked from Katmandu to Namche Bazar (a village close to Mt. Everest). It was one of the most beautiful journeys I have ever made! The trail went through diverse landscapes: deep, green, dark gorges; mountain slopes covered with blooming rhododendron trees in many rich hues. It crossed little villages, rice paddies, high passes with rarefied air and majestic views. Once in a while I found a place glowing with unusual harmony. It could be a sculptural tree growing from beneath a worn-out rock. I would stop, filled with aesthetic pleasure, with a sense of blessing to be alive and to be able to absorb directly this crystallization of natural beauty. Then, to my surprise, at the foot of the tree, I would see some offerings: flowers, sticks remaining from burned incense, a small heap or a trace of ochre pigment. They gave witness that other travelers had also been sensitive to this composition, enjoyed it and left personal signs of their gratitude. This experience stays very alive in my memory. It has colored my life ever since. Constantly living in an urban environment (as so many of us do!) do we loose the sensibility that allows us to acknowledge such places in their fullness? ...Maybe! Montagagne,
France.
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The
site as I found it. Artac '91, Montagagne.
Photo by Bernard Perroud |
| Before getting to Montagagne I had an idea for a sculpture, playing with full/empty, simple geometrical volumes. But once there it just didn't make any sense any more! In this context, it just didn't feel appropriate to work with such abstract intellectual notions. At the beginning of August we all got together in Montagagne. We were to spend 13 days together. It was an extremely enriching period for many of us. Each morning we came back to our chosen spots and worked until noon. For lunch we met under a big blue tent, erected on the communal field.The meals were high-spirited, full of jokes, laughter and warm comradeship. They were a good occasion to get to know each other, to exchange ideas, discuss our projects. I had never | ![]() |
Sketch for
"83° pour pièger l'Aurore".
Artac '91, Montagagne. |
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had the occasion to get to know that many artists at once, in such a close
circle. During these breaks we also had a chance to get closer to the villagers;
they told stories about the village and helped us a lot to feel welcome.
with lodging, tools, advice, etc... The two ladies (they had a funny
nickname:"les Rococognes") were all smiles, telling everyone how happy
they were to see their village brimming again with life. "It's a little
like before the war!" they would say.
I scrubbed my cliffs, cleared them from vegetation and painted them with whitewash tinted with "bleu d'Espagne". (This bluing pigment was traditionally used in the region to give a blue tint to the whitewashed houses. It was also used in the laundry to "brighten up" the whites). I chose whitewash because it is non-permanent. With the rains it would slowly wash away. While working, I noticed that the terrace was an almost perfect circle. Was it naturally so? Or had the spot already been used in the past? I proceeded then to perfect that circle. As I worked, I was flowing, not against, but with the forces of nature. It helped me to locate myself again in this world, to connect me with the universal cycle of generation, death, regeneration. When I finished the piece I felt a deep sense of accomplishment. |
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teacher who had moved to the village, Antoine, happened to be also a radiesthesist.
While we were working he went from artist to artist with his pendulum.
He was amazed to find that almost everyone had intuitively chosen spots
with strong magnetic fields. He said that where I was making my piece,
shepherds used to come to rest and be refreshed. He wrote about it: "...
You worked the earth reshaping the landscape as if it where the belly of
a woman, you brushed the newly exposed granite and adorned it with diamonds
as a man would his mistress; and at your chosen spot, on this polished
triangle, shining with your sweat you placed the promise of your strength,
the symbol of man, eternal, swirling..."
I chose the title for my piece: "83° pour pièger l'Aurore" ("83° to trap the Dawn"), but the Rococognes lovingly baptized it "The Blue Mountain". |
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"83°
pour pièger l'Aurore". Artac '91, Montagagne, France.
Photo by Dominique Viet |
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| "83° pour pièger l'Aurore". Artac '91, Montagagne, France. Photo by Dominique Viet. | ||
| When the time came for the public opening, all the artists' interventions were ready. The ladies of the village gave me some flowers from their gardens for my piece. I laid them where the two cliffs meet. | ![]() |
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The flowers that the "Rococognes" gave me. Artac '91, Montagagne. Photo by Bernard Perroud. |
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| During the days open to the public some 3000 visitors strolled through the village and fields, led by performance artists (Hannah Wölfel and Hans Werner Kruse from Germany). They were naked and had painted their bodies with my blue-tinted whitewash. When they got to "83° to trap the Dawn" they blended in with the rocks, pulling tears out of my eyes. There were happenings everywhere, concerts, dances, food. With extensive media coverage, it was a full success. Best of all, quite a few visitors decided to buy a house in Montagagne! The village could start to live again! |
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| Performance
of Hannah Wölfel and Hans Werner Kruse from Germany. Artac '91, Montagagne.
Photos by Dominique Viet. |
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