The immense water masses
between oceans, the lump of sea that our
eye catches from the beach of our village, this part of the world where the fishermen
live, with their families, their boats, is the spectacle of their daily
audaciousness.
This sea that allows them to
live through the treasures that live in it. From generation to generation the
fishermen are pushing their boats over the waves, starting the unknown
conditions that they will find further away from their villages, leaving behind
their families.
Albert Rouiller, a Geneva
sculpter, at the end of his life, close to the end of the 20th century decided
to live in Mallorca. His art work shall be lightened and stimulated by the so
special light of this Island and the sea around it.
He and his wife lived in a
house on a cliff in a small village. They became friends with the fishermen and
their families, sitting for hours together for their daily chatting about life,
the sea and all kind of experiences. These local men were his dear inspiration.
One night, the sea was cross
and an endless battle between the fishermen’s boat and the sea started. Nobody
survived – the cruel sea had taken these men away and destroyed the boat.
Nature – sea – immensely
strong and sometimes cruel – we will always be surprised by nature.
What remains of an old,
broken, wooden fisherboat? Some broken wooden elements, may
remind you of human ribs, the body structure of a human carcass, as well as the
one of a fisherman’s boat.
From this day on, the artist
sculpted ribs, ribs of boats, likewise ribs of human beings, curved and
tortured, bringing to mind the strength of these water masses, far out there where
the confrontation is bold and cruel.
The immense water masses between oceans, the lump of sea that our eye catches from the beach of our village, this part of the world where the fishermen live, with their families, their boats, is the spectacle of their daily audaciousness.
This sea that allows them to live through the treasures that live in it. From generation to generation the fishermen are pushing their boats over the waves, starting the unknown conditions that they will find further away from their villages, leaving behind their families.
Albert Rouiller, a Geneva sculpter, at the end of his life, close to the end of the 20th century decided to live in Mallorca. His art work shall be lightened and stimulated by the so special light of this Island and the sea around it.
He and his wife lived in a house on a cliff in a small village. They became friends with the fishermen and their families, sitting for hours together for their daily chatting about life, the sea and all kind of experiences. These local men were his dear inspiration.
One night, the sea was cross and an endless battle between the fishermen’s boat and the sea started. Nobody survived – the cruel sea had taken these men away and destroyed the boat.
Nature – sea – immensely strong and sometimes cruel – we will always be surprised by nature.
What remains of an old, broken, wooden fisherboat? Some broken wooden elements, may remind you of human ribs, the body structure of a human carcass, as well as the one of a fisherman’s boat.
From this day on, the artist sculpted ribs, ribs of boats, likewise ribs of human beings, curved and tortured, bringing to mind the strength of these water masses, far out there where the confrontation is bold and cruel.
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