Dear Artist,
Jacques Majorelle (1886-1962) was the son of a celebrated furniture designer of Nancy, France. Suffering from heart problems, he came to Marrekesh for his health in 1919 and immediately saw the painterly potential of southern Morocco. In 1924 he acquired land, called himself a “gardenist” as well as an “artist” and began the lifelong project of creating a unique botanical expression around his studio. He opened his garden to the public in 1947. Upon his death in a car accident the property fell into disorder — until it was rediscovered by couturier Yves Saint-Laurent and his artist-friend, Pierre Berge. Majorelle’s Art-Deco-inspired studio, painted the original bright blue, is now a museum and gallery of Majorelle’s work. Travellers wander among exotic plants and spectacular cacti.
I’ve always been curious about the old rule that “blue and green should not be seen without another colour in between.” The combination in Majorelle’s garden really rattles your molars. The variety of natural greens seems to electrify the hard, strongly painted blue that is said to be “cobalt.” Majorelle had noticed the colour in Moroccan tiles, Berber burnouses, and around the windows of everything from kasbahs to native adobe homes. In southern Morocco you can’t miss it. For a while in the thirties and forties some artists’ colourmen were offering “Majorelle Blue.” I made the colour by using ultramarine, white and rose-red.
Morocco is a moving feast of complexity — crowds, repetitions, contrasts, colours, energies, light. Many painters would make the impressionist choice. Not so Jacques Majorelle. He solved problems with simplified drawing and linear, often outlined design. Posteresque, almost Nordic, his work heads toward abstraction while maintaining control of subject matter. Interlocking patterns of dark, light and local colour complete the illusion that there is more than what there is.
Best regards,
Robert
PS: “When we arrived in Marrekesh, Yves and I were utterly seduced by the beauty and the magic. What we did not expect was that we would fall in love with a small, mysterious garden, painted in the colours of Henri Matisse and secluded in a bamboo forest, all silence, deeply sheltered from noise and wind. This was the Majorelle Garden. Years later, quite by chance, we came into possession of this jewel and set about saving it.” (Pierre Berge)
Esoterica: Jacques Majorelle’s work can also be seen in Marrekesh in the famed Mamounia Hotel. Winston Churchill was a frequent guest and painted here as well. This afternoon I sat for several hours in the hotel garden, smoked a big cigar, and repeated one of Winston’s views.
This letter was originally published as “Jacques Majorelle” on November 18, 2003.
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An Ode to Joy to the colorists! Those who can aptly use complimentary colors that result in inviting and warm paintings. I am always thrilled with the blue/green ~ red/oranges of Edgar Payne…the brilliant gold/orange ~ blues of Thomas Schaller, and the genius of lapis blue skies and warm earth in the seascapes and landscapes of Colley Whisson.
They used the winning combination that works like mathematics!
once again I want to express my gratitude to Robert and Sara for exposing us to so many vibrant artists. These newsletters are such a pleasure.
Those fleeting moments, caught in time of any artists life are their story. When and where will it all be told? Is it to be in the daily toil of paint to canvas? Or, is it in the momentary glancing away from the life you love, captured forever by painstaking dedication that we live our story? Looking away, even if only for a few moments, I sometimes see my story more clearly again. Grabbing firmly with soft, rabbit fur-lined, leather gloves to that old and rusted brass ring, as it is carrying me easily through time, with a sacred announcement murmuring from my painted lips, “This is me!”. Struggling only when fear arrives unbidden. I am in this story in my full length dresses and always hats, as I walk confidently when moments turn into years. This has been a story of infinite grace, that has become something very beautiful and real. Caught in time. http://www.adventure-artists.com/italy-2/
I, too, was blown away by the colors in the Majorelle Gardens and spent my time with my watercolors, trying to capture the vibrancy of the cobalt and greens while my husband wandered with his camera. Shocked eyes. Wonderful.
So good – a favorite and I had not enjoyed its stories and images in a while. Thank you