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Chateau de Chemilieu
Andre,
Jacqueline, and Aube Breton, Yves Tanguy, Matta and Anne, Esteban
Frances, myself, and a continuous coming and going of other friends,
spent the summer of 1939 at the Chateau de Chemilieu, on a bluff above
the river Rhone near lake Bourget. The Chateau had been recommended to
us by Gertrude Stein who had a summer house nearby at Belignin. It was a
gathering that included the youngest members of the Surrealist group.
Only Paalen was absent, who having predicted the coming hostilities in
Europe, had gone to Canada with Alice Rahon and Eva Sulzer where he made
a fine collection of Northwest Coast Indian carvings and objects, before
going to Mexico via New York City.
The Chateau became a hive of activities, poetry, painting, and the
creation of cadavre esquis. It was there that Tanguy painted Arrieres
Pensees (Second Thoughts), now in the collection of the San
Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Change was in the air and the group
decided that, if war were to break out in Europe, it would be of more
importance to go on with our creative activities than it would be to
participate in the hostilities.
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Kay Sage came to join us at the Chateau, and later Kay and Yves went off
together to stay in a hotel on the shores of Lake Chambery. When the war
did break out, it was in great part due to the good offices of Kay Sage
(whose father had been a U.S. Senator) that the Surrealists were
invited, together with many other European artists and intellectuals, to
come to the United States.
Meanwhile at the Chateau, Andre Breton read poetry to us and spoke of
the early days of Surrealism. He was passing on the flame (perhaps
unconsciously) to the younger generation for whom the paintings and life
of Yves Tanguy were a shining beacon.
Andre Breton wrote his poem "La Maison d' Yves Tanguy" (The
House of Yves Tanguy) at Chemilieu. Sometimes we played cards in the
evening, gambling for the high stakes of poems and drawings. We did not
know then that an era was coming to an end. When war was declared, the
creative life in Paris became impossible and was never the same again.
In one direction or another we were dispersed but, miraculously, after
trials and adventures, we all met again on the American Continent.
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