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LIKE A GREAT BIG DRAGONFLY BUZZING ACROSS THE FIELDS
Books and art in every shape and form were his whole life, but it
was nature and the landscapes and the men, women and children of the Périgord that
were his driving force when he travelled hundreds of kilometres on his bicycle,
ever ready to pull out his sketchbook (“his finger on the trigger of his sketchbook”,
as his good friend, the journalist and publisher, Pierre Fanlac, so neatly put it,
fondly calling him a “great big dragonfly buzzing across the fields”!)
« Throughout the summer months, Julien Saraben, first on his bicycle, later on his
moped, travelled up and down the Périgord, sometimes doing up to a hundred kilometres
a day. Together we planned his route. He would arrive around five o’clock in the
morning. I would already be sitting on the terrace with my dog, Arta, at my feet.
For three hours I would have been writing articles for “Périgord Actualités”. Nobody
in the neighbourhood was awake. The nearby Tour de Vésone was outlined against the
sky above my garden like tattered Valenciennes lace. The smell of coffee pervaded
the early morning air.
On his wanderings Julien liked to stop and take lengthy pauses to hungrily breathe
the fresh, cool air and to fully “absorb” the scenes and landscapes that were so
familiar to him. He would unstrap his sketchbook and, pouting his lips, swiftly
execute a few pencil strokes. Then, back on his bike, the great big dragonfly would
go buzzing across the fields once more.
When he reached a village he sat down on the village square, his back against a
wall and he waited, a gentle smile on his kind square face; he waited, like the
angler, poised for action. At times he chose to go into a café because there were
more people there. He always sat at a table at the back, so as to get a good wide-angle
view. He hardly moved; he became invisible. People forgot he was there and that
was exactly what he wanted. Then all of a sudden his hand started to make a sort
of knitting movement on the white page. The drawing began to take shape almost without
his knowing it. He was no longer Julien Saraben, art teacher at the « lycée des
garçons » or curator of the « musée du Périgord » - he was one of those peasant
farmers, sitting contentedly in the café before going off to till the fields behind
the tawny croups of hefty oxen, treading softly across the fields.
When he got back in the evening, around six o’clock, he always dropped in at the
printing house. We settled down in the little study, beneath the lime tree that
was exactly as old as me, and together we explored his treasures… »
Excerpt from “Choix d’une Vie” by Pierre FANLAC
(Translated into English by Valérie SARABEN)
Pour mieux connaître le chemin de vie et le parcours artistique de
Julien Saraben,
peintre et graveur, qui fut en outre professeur de dessin et conservateur du musée
municipal de Périgueux, reportez-vous aux textes des poètes et critiques d'art qui
ont le mieux décrit l'homme et l'ami.
Sophie Cattoire
Nous remercions Jacques Saraben, le fils de Gabrielle et Julien Saraben, pour nous
avoir confié des documents relatifs à l'oeuvre de son père, dont certaines oeuvres
originales, afin que nous puissions les reproduire sur
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