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In the new series of remote and forgotten people, I dwelt on who could live in our deepest abyss. Since man descends almost never the deepest marine abysses, I imagined that the colonized people since time immemorial. Between corals, rock and living matter, it may could be like those mysterious beings that fascinates us and continue to feed our imagination. If these beings could live deep in our subconscious, and represent our primitive fears of the dark and silent world.
The soul of water, is a painting done in acrylic for my childhood friend. He represents his soul because this person as calm as the water but it can also cause terrible storms. Melancholy nature of the place she likes or she can finally meet. This table is very personal which I will not say more because it represents the soul of my best friend, friend for 40 years.
This table represents the walkway around the new walls that the artist drew around her secret garden, that he would never again devastated by heartache and friendship. It is there for a moment of his round and now in the blue sky and the wind to realize the serenity he feels to feel safe from lower penalties incurred by his entourage. Painted in acrylic paint, part of the series of worlds and materials.
After two months of silence is my last painting. I named: The low for a simple reason, coming to two consecutive strokes I wanted to free myself from my fears and fly me earlier in my dreams and visions in order to paint and transcribe my joy to create and live in the world of graphic arts. I did not want to think that it could be like and I restrain myself. I also dropped the paper and throw me faster on canvas in order to better master this technique. I still have a lot of work before you can control the way I want, but I continued and now nothing will hold me back. I feel so free to be able to draw everything and regardless of whether it pleases or not because to me to a revival emerged but there, then I go.
Difficult to represent the absence of someone you love, otherwise than by the veil that covers our memories to keep only the most beautiful things. Yet it is the absence of that I wanted to represent on this work. Everything is peaceful, the horizon has disappeared to fund my thoughts and yet despite all this the only thing that comes is the lack of people who are us and who were the most important people in our heart. Such veils in the breath of forgetfulness, memories fade into the blue horizon and softness without reasserts itself. The lamp is off because these souls are not lost, they are just at the bottom of our hearts, so they are not lost, no need to light the lighthouse to guide them to our soul. How many still lack for a table.
In the morning gently lands on a nature still asleep, yet the rays of the sun chase the veil of the night that needs to retire to the shade of large trees, which can not remain. So sad and resigned the night goes without a noise, in a whisper, now we know why the dew is only there in the morning, hanging herbs with hollow, leaves of undergrowth posed by kindness and gentleness. But the reality is different, thinking about the spirit of the forest from every morning drop these beads, it is not so because the dewdrops are only the night in tears, ran away on arrival in the morning. Every morning we know that night cried in a whisper and satin is gone, her veil topped with grief, the dewdrops are only the tears of a night.
Continuing the theme of dreams, I wanted to represent the moment when the mind begins to wander to and from the path of dreams. The state of consciousness is disturbed, and the veil of Morpheus hides a part of our sleep, Will it towards the dream or the nightmare. The trail is devoid of all colors, even arid, and not bright. There is only the beginning of a dream looming and our journey is just beginning. A few steps to climb to get into the unreal world of dreams and extravagant dimensions. At this fateful moment or spirit blends with the environment or drops off cliffs to dive into the field of nightmares and dreams of black abysses we do.
“The people of the depths.”
“The soul of water”
“passerelle sud”
“the Word of God”
“Over there.”
“Merlin”
“the absentee”
“Drewdrops”
“The clouds trail”
