I do focus on vegetal world for couple of months already. This is nothing new for me as I’ve been finding inspiration in plants for years. For this time things seem to bring me hapiness since I’ve returned to what I’ve done before exploring the possibilities of liquid paint technique. These days the flat surfaces of oil paint get a new addings: some sort of ornement to sublime and destroy their presence within an composition at the same time. It took me some time to understand how important the excitement of an eye is to appreciation and comprehension of a work of art. Gardens, parks, flowers in vase or plants growing in pots seem to satisfy me and my curiosity more than any other ‘object of interest’ ever did before. For my thirtieth anniversary which is to come in august I turned myself somehow naturally to these ‘subjetc and spaces’ that I was not able to explore in my early childhood due to a heavy allergies. Nowadays they bring me joy and pleasure just as does the fact of transposing them into art. ‘Aux cyprès de Villa d’Este’ was the first of this attempts to interpret a feeling of the garden and was based on the previous experience I’ve got while working on moroccan paintings such as ‘A Garden’ picturing Majorelle garden in Marrakech and ‘Secrets of Marrakech’- a view on a minaret of great mosque in Marrakesh throught the gardens that surround it in 2012 and 2015 respectivly. But quickly I’ve shifted the attention to coulours and relations between them.
Paris -here it is! The Light city is beeing my home since 4 years already and I still remember the day of 13th March 2009 when once descended of the coach arriving from Brussels to settle down in Paris I got ready to survive within this man-eater-like city rather than conquer it.
I hated Paris the first time I discovered it in autumn of the 2008 and not even six months later here I was, another of her numerous pretenders – and it has not taken look her to get me completely.
Josephine Baker sang of ‘two loves she has’ – one for the home savanna ( hehe) and the second one for Paris – I must do say I could only be able to say that there is and never could be any competition between the place I was born to and Paris with her lights when night falls on tin roofs.
The painting here was made to show ( in whatever kind of manner you would call it impressionist or not) the moment in which evening blue hour turns into twilight and lights go on more vividly on Rue Tronchet and Madeleine, Les Invalides, and Tour Eiffel enlight in their very spectacular way. The first picture represents the paining when light is diffused by paint ( blue and brown pigments in white oil paint basis) the second one when light falls on golden parts and is being reflected ( golden pigments).
Besides oil paint ink paiting is technique that suits me well. Some souvenirs from 2010 Holy Land adventure: