Arts in Marrakech
Marrakech is a picturesque city. Even amateur photographers like myself can generate pictures of a somewhat dreamlike quality- the sort of image you would expect to find in one of those big format, glossy paged coffee books.
The light is always perfect; alleyways play with the sun's rays to cast artistic shadows; colors jump out of nowhere. A photographer's dream.
But it takes a different kind of medium, and a real sense of image and representation to capture Marrakshi beauties in the stroke of a brush. To paint the colors, the lights, the simplicity and complexities of this great city- and to do so with emotion. Jon and I found an artist who does just this....
the streets of the medina, looking down dark passages, peeking into dusty
storefronts, we searched the lands for an art gallery- a cove of treasures
for the eye. As we walked from Place Jemma el Fna to Bab Doukkala, we
stumbled upon the marvel we longed for- an Ali Baba-like cave of watercolors,oils,
etchings and the occasional lithograph.
We rummaged through stacks of paintings- systematically contemplating works by the same artist: a man whose sense of shape, color and form so accurately reflected our own experiences in the medina- a medley of people, impressions, shapes and smells; a feast for the eyes- sometimes a little overwhelming.
gallery owner noticed our repeated pauses before this man's art; in a
timid, not so sure of his French voice, he stuttered a short biography-
"an odd man, I tell you; never really know where he is or what he
is up to. He teaches at the art
school here; sometimes his students come to my gallery to ask about his
whereabouts. He found his wife in my gallery you know, she used to work