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A LIFE IN LOGOTYPES

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THE STORY BEHIND THE SECRET CEZANNE, JOE CEZANNE AND NEZANNE I & II.

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  • A L IFE IN LOGOTYPES

    Briefly, by way of introduction, my name is David (Carleton) Boyle, I am a lifelong resident of New Hampshire, one of the forty-eight contiguous American states, and the logotypes in this document depict some of the environments which played important roles in my formative years, before I embarked upon the multi-decade academic endeavor which occupied me during my adulthood. The first of the monograms features an image of the boisterous alpine stream which charmed and enchanted me in my youth, as I fished and swam in its pools, bounded and leaped upon its rocks, displaying a propensity for air which would ultimate in my winning the pole vault at the New England Interscholastic Track & Field Champi-onships my senior year in high school.

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  • The succeeding logotype is composed around a representation of Mount Lafayette in the White Mountains, seen from behind some foreground trees on Cannon Mountain, the setting in which I spent a significant amount of time skiing and racing during my adolescence.

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    The third monogram features an expansive view of Franconia Notch, ten miles north of my home in a community which is concealed behind the middle distance slope, the alpine environment in which I was raised and one in which, in the course of my secondary education, I served consecutive terms as Class Presi-dent.

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    The succeeding logotype is arranged around a representation of Echo Lake be-tween the lower portion of Cannon on the right and the base of Lafayette on the left, the setting in which I engaged in occasional summer conditioning activities for upcoming ski racing campaigns. As it turns out, the initial World Cup competi-tions which were conducted in North America were contested on the slope on the left side of the arrangement of trails, the giant slalom of which was won by Jean-Claude Killy, an event in which I placed twenty-third.

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  • After an adolescence which was focused upon athletics, I matriculated at Dart-mouth College, an institution from which I would graduate cum laude, with distinc-tion in philosophy, and the fifth monogram features an image of iconic Dartmouth Hall on the east side of the campus green.

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    During the summer following my graduation, I commenced work on the ambitious academic undertaking which would occupy me for the succeeding thirty-plus years a study of the oeuvre of the nineteenth century Frenchman, Paul Cezanne and it was in that connection that I made occasional visits to the Barnes Foundation museum outside of Philadelphia, an institution which possess-es the worlds largest collection of the artists paintings. In the spring of two thou-sand twelve, the facility was moved into the city, and the concluding logotype is

  • arranged around a representation of the new museum edifice, one of the many institutions which I visited as I endeavored to unravel the mystery, and ultimately to explicate the lexicon, of the inscrutable Cezanne painting.

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    Forty-five years after project inception, it is apparent, of course, what the pole vaulter, the ski racer, and the moderately accomplished student was engaged in for three-plus decades sunup to sundown, day in and day out, week after week, year in and year out, decade after decade after decade a period which seemed to some to be curiously devoid of distinction for an individual who had enjoyed such an auspicious start in life. Same character, same qualities, same unflagging commitment, arguably the more interesting for appearing to be quite the opposite, in what might legitimately be conceived to have been the ultimate artistic still life.

  • Then he will carry his secret into the grave, an associate commented in a corre-spondence shortly after Cezannes decease in nineteen six, for he wasted to tell me all, he wrote me, and I dont know what he meant by that. For more informa-tion on the character of that secret and on the quality of the remarkable percep-tion with which I was required to contend, see the volume, Bonjour Cezanne, at bonjourcezanne.tumblr.com and the supporting documentation at https://drive.-google.com/open?id=0B4RhG69SO5amRWhpdGlxaEU5cTg.