Year of creation | 2024 |
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Dimensions | 83 W × 63 H × 2 D cm |
Type of art | painting |
Style | surrealism |
Genre | landscape |
Materials | gouache, cardboard |
Framing | the artwork is sold with framing |
Type of packaging | cardboard box |
A bright sun shines with its rays on an autumnal landscape. The trees and vegetation are colored with warm oranges, yellows and browns. A mountain rises, which the sun illuminates. A river runs towards us, reflecting the sun's rays and the colors of autumn. On the rock in the middle of the river, a fiery tree shines light, which the birds protect like a treasure. This dazzling light reaches the hero of the painting: the tree-bird quenching its thirst, located on the rock further ahead. This tree-bird, a metaphor for life and happiness, carries a pair of blue birdlets on its branched tail and, on its head, a generous bouquet of flowers that a hummingbird comes to collect. A nest full of eggs ready to hatch constitutes the fertile body of this divine creature. The river of life runs and runs again, more turbulent on the right, where the current is strong, calmer on the left, where a few weeds plunge in branches into the serene water, forming gentle encyclicals.
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.