On Sunday I woke up ‘6 minutes’ from Foundation Maeght. We were there at 10 am sharp, opening. Our visit was almost as quick, enfants in tow, chien in car. In 2008 I saw the RA’s show ‘Aimé Maeght and His Artists’, it stuck: mythical names: Miró, Calder, Giacometti and Braque – became poignant.
Foundation Maeght is a singular thing, as the RA puts it: Most great collections end up in the public domain by gift or by the creation of a specific museum. It is somewhat rarer for the gallery dealer to devote the fruits of their enterprise to the general good. In creating the Foundation, the Maeghts celebrated their major artists but also ensured …contemporary art… would flourish in ideal surroundings.
Famille Maeght and many of their artists survived World War II together: occupation, torture, profound loss. They went on to shine a bright light into a raw new world. The foundation opened in 1964: after the Pandora’s Box, Foundation Maeght is ‘Hope’. The space is an extraordinary celebration of man’s creativity and nature’s wonder: dancing together.
It unfurls, amidst the high trees with secret places…
and one day I might even get time inside with Chagall and co.
Even 6 year olds are impressed,
Culminating in man’s impact on the earth, altering the view, all the better for this artistic vision.
Photos taken on the day.