Monday, December 21, 2015

The March of the Seasons on Canvas

Side by side mankind dwells among rock and stone and tree for thousands of years. An Industrial revolution and technological progress a mere one hundred years later and the very fabric of our defined relationship with nature comes under threat with the march of concrete, oil, plastic and steel. Yet, within the smog of our own evolution, there is still hope, as conservation attempts to turn the tides and artists turn back and dwell upon the sanctity of our rustic origins.

Celebrate the natural landscapes of artist Jean-Marc Janiaczyk who casts his oils over canvas with sombre reflection over his native Provence, in the south of France. Art is but an imitation of life according to the ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle. nevertheless, art takes upon itself a life of it's very own as colors of shape and form take up the semblance of it's own soul.

Far from the madness of the industrial  north of France lies a whole different world of timeless beauty.


Peach trees in Spring by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk



There is a magic about Provence that almost captures the soul of rustic France and entrances both native and traveler alike.


The Country House near the Lavender by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk


The turbulent Gaulic history of bloodshed soon pacified the marching Roman legions to embrace this region's idylic beauty. A land trampled in blood whence tree and flower rose with peaceful embrace.


Orchard in flowers by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk

Mountains and shores with warm southern Mediterranean charms await those in search of a slower pace of life and rich solitude.


Summer Sunset by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk


Bouillabaisse,  the signature dish of Marseille or Raviolis à la daube, for the common man, washed down with Rosé wines and Calissons d'Aix, remind us of the colorful bliss of a retreat far from our dark urban sprawls.


Archway Fountain by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk


The words of Émile Zola and the colors of Paul Cézanne lilting with every footstep behind every corner shadow and turn to remind us of the magical air of a place where many had come to call their home.


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Pieter Bergli



Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Astonishing sale of 'Nu Couche' - Amedeo Clemente Modigliani

Absolutely astonishing! In fact in pre-auction setting the bid was already at $100 million to the enthusiasm of Christie's. Eventually Nu Couche by Italian painter and sculptor Amedeo Clemente Modigliani, was sold for a staggering $170.4 million and became the second highest painting ever sold at auction after the Piccaso - Le Femme d'Alger which fetched $179m earlier this year.




Amedeo Clemente Modigliani b.1884 – d.1920 was born in Livorno, Italy. The Italian painter and sculptor was made famous for his several nudes. His early childhood was marred by the ruin of his father's business but his mother encouraged his precocious flair for art as a child. whilst in Rome at the age of 17 years, the young Modigliani became influenced by the great french Impressionist movement. Thus the young Modigliani knew he must go to Paris, the center of the modern art world. Although, working mostly in France, his works were frowned upon during his life, his works of the human figure in painting and sculpture became very popular in the 1930's after his early death.

The painting Nu Couche, composed in 1917-18, was purchased at the Christie's auction by Chinese billionaire Liu Yiqian who made a fortune in the stock market in the 1980's.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Fine Art Auction of Impressionist Work

There's 47 lots available for the evening sale at Sotheby's on the 5th of November and the mood is buoyant with the US thanksgiving just around the corner and an US economy in full swing trying to shine the light ahead for the rest of the global economy.

Fine art is collectible not only because it is evocative and take's the viewer through an emotional experience but also because it is an investment that can grow in time particularly when world economies are growing and people find themselves with more disposable income to invest. Yes, just as people buy stocks there are people who make choice decisions of building a portfolio of rare collectibles for financial investment. So the world of art can be said to be of no less importance as a financial market than a stock market in this sense.

Sotheby's of course carry a distinguished name and the setting for an auction takes a whole lot of work. in terms of preparation there are decisions made over the shape of the theme event; then there is the identification of possible sales targets and then the gathering of a portfolio and all the marketing to be done to make up for a lively and consummate event.

Watch for a lively activity and bids on the lower end of the price range under 10m USD.

Two pieces caught my eye.

At the upcoming event watch out for Lot 2 and the idiosyncratic Marc Chagall and the 1927-28 'L'Homme au Parapluie' -  'Man with Umbrella' with Chagall's excitement for circus pageantry on canvas.





And this piece at Lot 5 by René Magritte has certainly caught my eye. It is the 1955 work 'Le Maitre D'ecole' 'School Master' and i think this piece shall see some very lively interest.




In any case there should be quite a stir as Impressionist auctions tend to attract a lot of interest.


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Sunday, November 1, 2015

The Windswept Moors of Wuthering Heights


The Yorkshire Moors are cold and desolate. It's windswept moors stretch bleak and bare across the North East of England. Wuthering Heights is the story of a consuming love whose spirit was born to roam the vast emptiness of a native land and sky. Emily Bronte, the 19th century author, captures that vast emptiness of a love forlorn that neither darkened shadow of turf and shrub or tree, or the nebulous clouds that threaten and menacingly roll on, can ever match. In the classic novel the full depths and expansiveness of human emotion are explored between the extremes of Love and Hatred. 

The Yorkshire Moors offer little solace to the outsider; but for one born of the desolate land it's very emptiness nurtures the depths of the soul with the expansiveness of the infinite. Even in the emptiness one may find love. But how infinitely more empty is the tale of a love that becomes lost! Dark and brooding, Heathcliff cuts a solitary figure within an isolation, self-imposed and more empty than the vast lands that once enveloped the story of his love for Catherine Earnshaw. 





Captured in canvas are some of those bleak and brooding reflections of the Yorkshire Moors that inspired the heights of passion in the tale of Wuthering Heights. The story revolves around the life of Heathcliff, a man of assumed gypsy origin, from his childhood of seven years of age in the 1770's till the end of his life in his late thirties. It is a story of revenge. Through hard work Heathcliff rises through his adopted family, the Earnshaws, and then is reduced to servant-hood after the death of his kind patron Mr Earnshaw a mere three years after his arrival. Heathcliff runs away from his misery at Wuthering Heights when the woman he loves, Catherine Earnshaw, decides to marry another more wealthy man, Edgar Linton around 1783. In 1784 catherine develops a fever and dies after bearing a daughter, the young Catherine. Heathcliff returns later to Wuthering Heights as a rich man and sets about a plot to ruin the two families that robbed him of his love. He lends money to the drunken Linton fully knowing that the man will never repay him. Thereafter he marries the sister Isabella Linton to inherit the property of Thrushcross Grange and reduce the woman to a life of cruelty and despair out of hatred for Catherine and Edgar. Isabella runs away to London and gives birth to a son of Heathcliff. Isabella dies and the son returns home only to be treated severely. By chance one day on the moors the young Catherine comes across Heathcliff. after the death of Edgar Heathcliff controls both Wuthering heights and Thrushcross Grange. His revenge is now complete; he forces the now impoverished but beautiful young Catherine to a life of despondent servitude forcing her to live at Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff dies in 1802 and the younger Catherine finds freedom in love.


Yorkshire Moors - Harold Hopps


Excerpt - Chapter 3

I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in—let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton) 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!' and maintaine its tenacious gripe, almost maddening me with fear. 'How can I!' I said at length. 'Let me go, if you want me to let you in!' The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on! 'Begone!' I shouted. 'I'll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.' 'It is twenty years,' mourned the voice: 'twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!'



Summer Colours in Farndale - Jim Wright


Excerpt - Chapter 9

'This is nothing,' cried she: 'I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'


The Spirit Moves - Ashley Jackson


Excerpt - Chapter 9

I think that's the worst motive you've given yet for being the wife of young Linton.'

'It is not,' retorted she; 'it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar's sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable...'



Yorkshire Moors - Ashley Jackson


Excerpt - Chapter 15

'You teach me now how cruel you've been—cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you—they'll damn you. You loved me—then what right had you to leave me? What right—answer me—for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?'

'Let me alone. Let me alone,' sobbed Catherine. 'If I’ve done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!'

'It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?'



Deserted Cottage on the Yorkshire Moors - Sheila Fell


Excerpt - Chapter 33

"…for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"


Yorkshire Dales - Steven Cronin

There is a thin divide between Love and Hatred. How fast does Love consume and transform into Hatred only to turn back once again into a more elevated feeling of Love? The force of Love may ravage the heart with passion but eventually the experience elevates the soul when one dies a hundred deaths before one eventually dies.


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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Marc Chagall on Color

Marc Zakharovich Chagall  b. 1887 d. March 1985, Russian born French artist and pioneer of European modern art. Select quotations:




“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.”


Pink Lovers - 1916

“In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.”


Old Woman with a Ball of Yarn - 1906


“You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.”


Nu aux Fleurs - 1911


“Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.”


Paris through the Window - 1913


“Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.”


Wedding - 1918

“If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.”


La Danse - 1928



Creative thoughts in fine art by Pieter Bergli

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Monday, October 19, 2015

Private Art Sales - Baroque, Renaissance to Impressionist


Private art sales on offer from private collections. Carianni, Caravaggio to Monet and Klee. All works are strictly in private ownership and not available for auction. Discreet inquiries are welcome only for proven buyers: 





Contact - pieter.monolith@yahoo.com

All viewings are in Europe only through strict appointment and letters of  invitation of buyer and valuer in attendance only at private showing.


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Pieter Bergli - Fine art sales.

A World of Light and Shadow

I have always found the world of photography a mysterious place where the darkest corner of the mind can reveal the barest truths behind an image. The power of black and white photography is the force to make a lucid statement that would otherwise become lost in a world of color. A burst of color makes a noise but the silence of light and shadow is almost deafening. As a student my first insights into this world of shadow and silence came from charcoal sketches and lead pencil compositions. The sketches of Giacometti were one of my first fascinations as the Swiss artist sought to dehumanize a subject by stripping down it's personality void of all color and then recreate its simple essence in the barest form with light and shadow. Thereafter, I became attracted to the world of monochrome Photography with it's power to penetrate subjects in now way that color could illumine the darkest truth. Photography is an art form in it's own right and it's compositions are just as creative as their canvas counter-parts.


Crowd at Intersection - Giacometti 1965 Charcoal Sketch.

Photography was discovered in the early 19th century by the early attempts of Thomas Wedgwood with his camera obscura that captured images on paper or white leather treated with silver nitrate.  In 1802 he successfully managed to capture the shadows of objects made by sunlight but he died in 1805 at the age of 34 and unable to take the technology any further. Nicéphore Niépce then went on to capture images with substances exposed to light. However it wasn’t until 1827 when the world’s first camera image was captured by Nicéphore Niépce   and titled: View from the Window at Le Gras. This image was made on a polished sheet of pewter which was light-sensitive substance and layered with a thin coat of bitumen, which is a kind of thick gunky tar from crude oil. The bitumen was dissolved in lavender oil, to make it more liquid and applied with brush to the surface of the pewter sheet and allowed to dry for a day.  The technique for capturing the image occurred when the bitumen hardened under exposure to sun light. Any unhardened part could be removed with a liquid solvent and the result left a print dark image with the lighter regions represented by the hardened. The whole purpose of making the plate was to show an image where the bare metal appeared to be dark and the bitumen parts light.


View from the Window at Le Gras - Joseph Nicéphore Niépce 1827

The world’s first commercial camera was made available in 1839 with the invention of silver chloride paper-based calotype negatives and salt print processes introduced by Henry Fox Talbot and which replaced the metal plate based daguerreotype process and cut down the exposure time form minutes to seconds. One of the biggest problems of early photography was the long time of exposure in sunlight needed to capture an image. This of course rendered moving objects utterly useless as subjects of early photography.

"Boulevard du Temple", as seen below, was a daguerreo type image made by Louis Daguerre in 1838 and is the earliest photograph to include people. The image portrays a busy street. However as the exposure time was about 10 minutes, the photograph fails to capture the moving traffic and only the 2 standing men were captured due to their prolonged position thus enabling the image capture.


Boulevard du Temple - Daguerre 1838.

In the 1830's early photographic experiment showed more success with still life subjects that were able to hold position for at least 10 minutes for the time of image exposure and development. The Daguerreotype became extensively used at this time and became so popular that the canvas portrait painters now found stiff competition for clients as society marveled at the sensation of a real image captured on paper.


Daguerreotype portrait of an unknown man.

The portrait of Dorothy Catherine Draper below taken in New York in the year 1840, is one of the earliest surviving portrait images in the history of photography. The images become more clear now as Talbot's silver chloride paper become replaced by a new calotype process which involved a paper coated with silver iodide to be exposed in camera into a negative image which then can be turned into a positive image and reproduced in numbers unlike the Daguerre process and becomes the basic format of photograph development today.


Dorothy Catherine Draper - Joseph Draper 1840.

In 1851 Frederick Scott Archer invented the collodion process of using emulsions on paper.  The famous English author Lewis Caroll uses this process in his story "A Photographer's Day Out". Thus the key to the speed of development in this history of the image was the story of the correct combination of chemical on surface. Photography had become so popular as well as cheap it was soon taken to the masses in next to no time to capture images of every kind. However, with the startling power of real life imagery, very quickly photographers drifted from person portraits to capturing the very essence of human life including all of it's harsher aspects of a society divided by the new found wealth in the Industrial Age.


unknown locksmith c.1850.

The Industrial Revolution in the United States of America eventually paved the path for serious conflict between the North and the South. The American Civil War 1861 - 1865 became the opportunity for an astonishing capture of the reality of war and all it's cruelty and suffering far removed from the romanticism of arms and conflict. Thee best place to experience this astonishing portrayal of he grueling slugging match between two opposing ideas can be taken at the Metropolitan Museum in New York. Devastation, cruelty, starvation and despair and the worst attributes of humanity were immortally captured for the very first time as men laid down their lives for determined leaders on both sides of the conflict.


Harper's Ferry 1861 B & O track torn up by Confederates.


Battle of Gettysburg 1863.

In 1884 George Eastman from New York state invented the true photographic process of a camera with paper film thus doing away with plates forever. George Eastmen developed the dry gel on paper film which replaced the plate. The world's first Kodak camera was introduced for the commercial market with the advertising phrase "You press the button, we do the rest". Color photography was first crudely developed by the application of green, red and blue filters originally by Thomas Sutton in 1861 but could not capture the entire range of the color spectrum. It wasn't until 1873 when Herman Vogel discovered how to make the emulsions on film sensitive to the entire range of color in the light spectrum. Thus color photography was born and became commercially available with this discovery and evolved towards the modern digital age of photography.

Today with digital photography the world of black and white has expanded to capture every possible known experience of man in his interaction with society and nature. Whether a portrait is of a natural landscape, man-made object or even of man himself, the power of black and white to convey an image is concise to the viewer that doesn't need to filter out the noise of color to arrive at the heart of the subject matter.


Author: Harvey Sapir, Source: Wikimedia Commons.


Author  Gwen and James Anderson, Source: Wikimedia Commons.


Author  Public Domain Archive, Source: publicdomainarchive.


Author  Nimbus's Fotothing, Source:.fotothing.

If the world of color becomes the animation of the human spirit then the world of light and shadow become an insight into the human soul.


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