Year of creation | 2024 |
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Dimensions | 85 W × 65 H × 4 D cm |
Type of art | painting |
Style | surrealism |
Genre | landscape |
Materials | acrylic, cardboard |
Framing | the artwork is sold with framing |
Type of packaging | cardboard box |
Night landscape filled with stars and wondrous creatures. The moonlight bathes the forest in its silvery light. This mysterious forest is crossed by a river on which the moon is reflected. At the water's edge, a young flutist plays a captivating melody. Was it this melody that attracted the bird prince to her? His unexpected presence seems to surprise the flautist, who is reluctant to be seduced. Accustomed to her rural life, having only a modest wooden hut as her only home, she looks, incredulous, at this emir appearing out of nowhere and the two sumptuous palaces, with their spectral appearance, appearing behind him as if by magic. Will she let herself be charmed by the lark prince? Will she give in to the attractions of the luxurious life that he seems to promise her? Who knows ? This prince has no shortage of arguments... He wears a recorder on his belt, which, without a doubt, would harmoniously match the transverse flute of our country maiden.
Self-taught artist, I started painting in 2014, a few years after the birth of my son. The path that led me to painting? Essentially the need to escape a boring professional life, to reconnect with my childhood dreams at a time when I had lost myself, and the desire to bring fantasy to everyone (young and old). I was fascinated by the magnificent illustrations discovered in the children's books that I read to my child, and I wanted to create my own images, my own paintings, which would tell the story of my inner world, my dreams, my fantasies, my ideals. I wanted to paint what transported me so as to never forget it, to keep a memory of it that I could pass on, communicate. I wanted to paint to reconcile myself with a life in which I didn't really recognize myself, to find who I was, finally. Accept the past, understand the present that results from it and love it. Because beauty is ultimately everywhere and because it is always possible to rewrite the story of one's life. When I create pencil characters, I never know in advance what I am going to draw. I let my hand go and then I see what appears. I like not knowing where my actions will lead me. I like to be surprised by what emerges from the first strokes of the pencil. I have the pleasant feeling of accessing something of myself that had been lost (in my unconscious or in my distant memories, whatever?). When I have gathered a fairly large number of pencil drawings, I look for those that could be assembled in the same scene, the characters who could experience adventures together within the same painting. I spend a lot of time creating these compositions. When I discovered which characters have things to say to each other and in what setting they could evolve, I move on to painting. I always paint my background first (a natural landscape) then I insert my characters into it. Everything is done with acrylic gouache. Painting and drawing appeared to me to be more reliable, more powerful means of expression than texts and speeches. A linguist by training, I nevertheless worked for a long time on words and the construction of meaning, when I was preparing my doctoral thesis. The polysemy in languages is sometimes so dizzying! If I have remained sensitive to the poetry of literary works as well as the beauty of well-conducted arguments, these move me less, today, than poetry or the beauty of images. Words, sometimes misleading or a source of misunderstanding, never colorful enough or on the contrary too saturated, cannot do everything. When we no longer know what to say or how to say it, when words are lacking, when silence is required, painting, sculpture, music or dance can take over, for the pleasure of all. Where words and languages separate us, art ultimately brings us together.