15 x 11″ – 28 x 38 cm
Tanglewood. A bird song corridor through an empty land. Sluggish shallow river. Old roots holding the banks together. Old place, old beings. Being quiet here… the Dropt has an intimate & hidden charm, different from the majestic Dordogne with it’s mighty flow. Being quiet here & now … even in a modest landscape, a hidden corner. One of the last spaces for nature in our monetised countryside.

Wendell Berry on Local Care of Shared Places:”My wife, Tanya, and I were just in Massachusetts visiting with a friend of ours, Rachel Fletcher, who had organized some of her neighbors in her town to make a “riverwalk.”

A little river runs right through the middle of her town. For maybe generations people had looked at the river the way we Americans have learned to look at rivers—as something to carry things away that we don’t want. The town had just tumbled whatever they didn’t want down among the trees on the river bank.

Rachel began to persuade people to allow a riverwalk to be built across their back lots. She organized cleanups, and people would come and bring their children. They picked up all the trash and cleared the river bank and built their walk, and they made a beautiful thing.

Any walk through the woods gives one a lot to look at, especially a walk along a riverbank. People made donations to put in seats in memory of loved ones who had died and so on. That was how it started.

The next thing that happened was that people who had property on the other side of the river, who weren’t organized into this effort at all, began to clean up their lots. So here you’ve got a neighborhood institution that is minimally organized. So far as I know, it has no trust fund. But it’s cherishing something local that everybody can have in common, and to me a thing like that can’t go wrong. It’s just a little narrow walkway, scaled right, but it’s an enormously suggestive thing.

It was a way for people in the neighborhood to give days of their labor to one another, to give one another shares in their mutual place, to make a place where they would meet each other without agenda or schedule. And as the cleanup across the river would indicate, it has an influence.

So that’s the way my instinct says to work. If you believe in goodness, if you believe that goodness has a power, then why not act on your faith and do something good and see if it won’t call forth more goodness?”

Jack Jezreel interviews Wendell Berry, U.S. Catholic magazine.


River Dropt 1

river dropt 1

‘river dropt 1’
15 x 11 ” – 28 x 38 cm
© adam cope


winter’s day lost in fog
last places

Dordogne River Study 2- swans at lalinde

Dordogne River Study 2- swans at lalinde

‘Dordogne River Study 2- swans at lalinde’
watercolour by Adam Cope
15 x 11inches
© adam cope


swans at lalinde – foggy winter day

Dordogne river study 1

watercolour dordogne

‘Sunlight Breaking Through’
quarter sheet
28 x 38 cm (approx 15 ” x 11″)
© adam cope


white light on black river
broken trees on the island
the river is high

Poplar Grove – Evening Sunlight

polpar grove

‘Poplar Grove – Evening Sunlight’
28 x 38 cm (approx 15 x 11″)
© adam cope


i drive past these trees most days. they are a kind of sundial to me.

Plum Tree

plum in fruit watercolour by Adam Cope

‘Plum Tree’
32 x 24 cm (approx 12,5 x 9,5 inches)
© Adam Cope

heavy with fruit

old fruit tree

still giving


Here & Now

here & now, pencil drawing of a teacher taking a breather

‘here & now’
pencil drawing
a4 sketchbook
© adam cope

teacher taking a breather

Cakes for Tet

drawing of hands making cakes for tet

‘cakes for Tet’
sanguine drawing
© adam cope



Earth cakes for Tet

pen & ink drawing of peopel making earth cakes for Tet

‘Making Earth Cakes for Tet’
pen & ink drawing
A4 sketchbook
© adam cope


A warm ‘bonjour’ to everyone!

I hope you are well & happy 🙂


calm & creative


School report of the three courses in 2010….No problems with any of the courses…and anyway, it’s been known for ages that there’s never any corporal punishment in the art room! ;-)It’s difficult for me to say something about each week… and even less each person’s performance. There was painting. There was learning. There were discoveries. There were some beautiful paintings made and there were also some paintings ripped up & binned! All steps along the way….There was laughter. There were meetings & intrigues. The sun shone…. little rain was had. The powerful, stoney but lush landscape continued to be powerfully present in the background, and even the foreground, as the courageous painters witnessed, struggled with & occassionally enjoyed some of it’s wonders. Beduer is a truly beautiful place.

Morning Mists at Beduer

As always vigilant Sue ensured the food was good. The wine flowed. Smiles & ‘la bonne table’ …… 🙂

Everybody was good company. There was a memorable group booking from Sao Paolo, (at the time of the world football cup), which was full of laughter & talent. These painting holidays are good places to meet people & spend an enjoyable time together 🙂


attention is the eye opener….


Practice makes perfect… of course the more you do something, the better you get at doing it. But I have a nagging doubt that this just doesn’t take us to the heart of the problem of exactly why we don’t find time to paint, even when we could, if really wanted to. I suspect it’s more to do with the discipline of just doing it, over and above that of wanting to improve. Just doing it because it’s intrinsically enjoyable, despite the ups & the downs.

“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make the soul grow. So do it. ” – Kurt Vonnegut

Eager attention to detail!

Sometimes however one’s practice might be in a slump or a down-turn. Maybe then is the time for an inspirational boost! Input from an other source. A short but intense period of practice. Maybe a change of scene? A change of habit? Try something new? Go to another landscape? Or return to that special place where you were once happy? Expose yourself to another teacher? Or go back to a teacher with whom one had good contact? Deepen the learning which was touched on? Consolidate those discoveries which were not fully integrated into one’s natural way of painting?

Sometimes… in a beautiful place, in the sunshine, on holiday, with no distractions, no worries, with good company & good teaching, it all just seems to flow. Then the practice becomes easy. It is our aim to provide this for you at Beduer.

News of Adam’s Painting Practice

“A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! ” – exerpt from ‘Sunflower Sutra’ by Allen Ginsberg

2010 started off well with a few paintings that I was fairly pleased with. There was an exhibition in a commercial gallery in St.Emiliion (which then decided to shut its doors). Then it was THE ROOF of our house, six months of building. Despite the upheaval, I managed to maintain my drawing in my sketchbooks. I don’t know why but drawing is just so… central.

“Do not fail, as you go on, to draw something every day, for no matter how little it is, it will be well worthwhile, and it will do you a world of good.” ~ Cennini, circa 1400 ad.

I feel this long, fallow period will give birth to something new…something more than the above advice on Practice 😉 …. Maybe a new direction? Work has already started in 2011.

Exhibitions in ‘La Récollets’, Bergerac in August 2011 at St. Avit de Senieur in September 2011 & hopefully at Sarlat and St.Emillion (to be be confirmed).

News of Sue

Ah hem????, said the gruffalo

Sue COPE sends everyone a ‘bonjour’. She will be at Beduer next year again, with her flair at quietly ensuring everything works. Marie-Line COPE has been doing wonders in the office, helping with the planning, booking & payment procedures (she does also helps run a three star holiday residence for Holiday Property Bonds). Such fabulous attention to detail! . These holidays wouldn’t work so well without such a great team.
http:www.artists-atelier/artholidays/us.htm” A painting holiday which glides effortlessly forward like a swan always means that somebody is doing masses of work out of sight to help things run smoothly!” – Katherine Tyrrell

News of Adam, Marie-Line, Valentin & Eleanor

The kids are thriving and full of ‘joie de vivre’ The girl is 4 and the boy is 6 and half already. Happy days! M-L is well, a happy mum if somewhat tired. She’s also still helping things work well at http://www.hpb.co.ukEveryone in good health. Life is good 🙂

New : Flights from London City Airport to Soulliac/Brive Dordgne Valley Airport

This airport us about one hour from Beduer. We pick up & drop off at 115 euros per journey, which becomes easy when shared with others. The times of the saturday flight seem to be friendly with our course start time of sat 16 hr.

New: we have simplified banking. You can now pay my fees directly via IBAN (free for Europeans) or via PayPal for non-Europeans. Chateau de Beduer has now simplified things by one simple click of a PayPal button.

New : we now offer a reduction of 50 € per painter for groups of four or more painters.
‘PRIX DE FIDELITE’ – There is the usual reduction for returning students of fifty euros per person. We’ve not put our prices up either.


Saturday 18 June to Saturday 25 June
Saturday 25 June to Saturday 2 July
Saturday 3 September to Saturday 10 September

Wishing you a very happy, creative 2011.
Paint well.
Best Wishes from Adam, Marie-Line & Sue


Post-script …..

‘Piere de Ronsard’ Roses at Beduer

An Erotic Poem written at Beduer by Paul Valéry, whilst tossing about sleeplessly in the four poster bed in La Chambre ‘Paul Valéry’ & thinking of Jean Voiler, the then current Lady of the Chateau.


Sombre et profonde rose d’ombre odorante,

Ô rose de plaisir, dont le plaisir est pleur,

Rose humide d’espoir d’une caresse errante sur ses bords de calice où la chair se fait fleur,

D’une eau délicieuse, ô molle rose, enivre Jusqu’a l’ excés divin du bonheur animal.

Un coeur fuyant l’affreuse aventure de vivre qui boit ce poison de son étrange mal…

Puisse fondre sur toi la lèvre favorite Dont l’oeuvre fut tendre et sincère irrite

Plus, toujours plus en toi, toujours plus de douceur;

Tandis que la beauté qui te porte palpite Et palpitante inspire une tendresse soeur

Que son soupir appelle et qui se précipite… P.V. Corona & Coronilla.