MY DANCER

Le Lac arabesque attitude
Le Lac arabesque attitude

As of last week, my dancer has found her final position, poised on her plinth in my garden. It has been a long journey for her, one that started two years ago in Paris, France, continued with a Channel crossing on the Eurostar on the lap of my husband, then unceremoniously stuffed into a (specially purchased to fit her) suitcase in London and flown (in the cargo hold) to Boston.

View from the patio
View from the patio

Our journey together began, in June 2011. I was in Paris staying in the 14th arrondissement. I was out for a stroll on a Sunday morning and came upon the Marche Edgar Quinet. This marche, or market, is quite a well-known open-air market for food, but on Sundays artists take over the stalls.  The Sunday art market is a quiet affair, smaller than the food market, with a high caliber of artist. I had come to Paris to visit gardens with hand luggage only and wandered the long line of vendors absent- mindedly admiring their wares, as one does when one knows there is no chance of a purchase. Quite literally in the last stall in the long line of stalls was Hannah Laoust and her bronze dancers. It was love at first sight.

My Dancer in the Sudio
My Dancer in the Studio

I had wanted to add a piece of “garden art” to my garden, but it is a delicate process, fraught with peril. Choose the wrong piece of art and a beautiful garden can become prone to the ridiculous. But once I saw Hannah’s bronzes, I knew my quest was over. I had found the one piece of garden art I would put in my garden. The only slight difficulty was the fact that the sculpture I wanted, Le Lac arabesque attitude, didn’t exist, Hannah would have to make her for me. No problem for Hannah, but for me it presented the issue of how to retrieve a bronze sculpture from Paris when I live outside Boston (yes, yes, I know shipping, but I really don’t like to pay shipping cost, never-mind international shipping costs, and I did not want to subject my beautiful ballerina to the international post). As fate would have it, I was able to return a year later to Paris and pick up my ballerina. My husband, eldest daughter and I took the metro out to Saint Mande and walked the distance to Hannah’s studio. As Hannah put, or torched, the finishing touches on my Dancer we enjoyed a look round the old studio, which had been Hannah’s grandfather’s studio.  I fantasized about being in Brancusi’s, or Rodin’s, studio but better because I was living the experience in the moment. When we were done, we all piled into Hannah’s Citroen (of course!) and she drove us back to the Marais where we were staying. The next day my husband and I carried the ballerina to Gare du Nord where he and she boarded the Eurostar to London, and then home.

In Hannah's Studio
In Hannah’s Studio
Hannah finishing the patina
Hannah finishing the patina
Like a phoenix, arising from flames
Like a phoenix, arising from flames

Once safely in the USA I had to find a plinth suitable to her elegance and grace. Not an easy task I found.  Several local guys who work in stone told my they didn’t do plinths…interesting. Then this March at the Boston Flower and Garden Show  I happened to meet Joe Gray (www.graystonemasonry.com). The rest was easy. Charming, professional and creative as he is, Joe instantly and enthusiastically accepted my commission to create a granite plinth for my ballerina. A sculptor himself, he immediately saw and appreciated her exquisiteness, and knew just what type of plinth would suit her (although he allowed me to choose from a range). He installed the plinth, and lowered my ballerina into position.

Joe Grey positioning my Dancer
Joe Gray positioning my Dancer

And there she stands, poised to arabesque, gracing my garden, I hope, for many years, to come.

Fini
Fini

10 thoughts on “MY DANCER

  1. What a lovely story, and so well told! I can imagine your excitement at finding just the right piece, and then the fun of visiting the studio, finding a way to get your ballerina home, and then finally finding a plinth that looks so perfect. And your garden looks fabulous – so many roses for the dancer to pirouette through!

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  2. I came across your blog today, thanks to your comment on landscapelover’s blog post. The geranium story touched my heart, so I read farther and came to this post. I lecture frequently about using art in a garden. You are so right: a sculpture or other object can make or break a garden. I live in Montreal and visit my daughter in Boston fairly often. I would very much like to see your dancer in situ. Would you consider this? For more information about me and what I do, check out my website or blog: glenvillagardens.com and glenvilla.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you for your nice comment. I would be very happy to show you My Dancer in situ. It will be nice to meet a reader of Of Gardens, a fellow blogger and a garden lover.

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