Last year, somewhen blured in Time, I had the amazing opportunity to discover a continent I never been to before.
Australia, and the desert of Pilbara. A place that holds the memory of human consciousness. A place were linesongs are being sang for 40000 years. A land were invisible is tangible. Somwehere you can hear the memory of Vibration.
Here are the words out of an interview with Sharmila WOOD from FORM Gallery :
“I arrive in the places that I travel, empty, so that I’m able to learn something for real and leave something for real; this is the opportunity you have in a journey.
Meanwhile I was in touch with HOLIDAY magazine for the interview, I’ve been introduced to Aurelie Biderman who came to my studio for a chat and offered me to create a mural for the new store she would open in Lafayette street, downtwon Soho. I proposed to create something diferent, and we met David, a great artesan from Beacon.
I took the train by the river and went to work with him for a few days cutting fresh clay and seeking color alchemy in his studio.
David was placing fresh ribbons of clay of 50x70cm, I would cut them with a knife, smoothly, trying not to hurt the clay since she has memory, and would distort if being to rough. I eventually found a great pleasure when having the hand driving the blade softly through the soft matter.
It´s been around a year I haven’t took time to write about what I lived and created. I’ve been traveling some, and focus on where I was as much as possible.
Somehow because of the internet being a time thug, and also because I needed to juxtapose informations ino rder to fuse a global understanding. Or maybe just for lazyness…or because I’d rather go out or paint than be in front of the computer.
But hopefully someone did part of it for me. Indeed, last year, the atelier Frank Durand contacted me because they were interested in featuring an interview with me. I had the pleasure to meet François Musseau et Matthieu Salvaing who came to visit me this summer, in my studio, in Madrid.
ART AS A REMED(Y) is the title Francois choosed for the interview. L’Art comme Remède. Because Art is made to cure. To remember, to recognize, to oversee, to understand, to question, to tell, to heal.
Long time ago, when I use to live with my parents, there was an image somewhere home, that I loved to cross sight with. I used to see a monkey, but it slowly became a Lion. As my inspiration was blured by the will of my hand.
LE LEONOGONE. Wax on canvas. 85x155cm. 2014.
I don’t know exactly where it come from, but I think it is from Benin, in Africa. It might be a chimp or a baboon. But I like to see a Lion or a jaguar.
During my stay in Lisboa, I had time enough to do somehting for the street beside my installation for the French Institute. I’ve been passing by a small street, under a bridge, Rua Rigueiro dos Anjos. “Regeuiráo dos Anjos”. Literraly , “where the Angels grow”.
REMED PELOS ANJOS. Spray on wall. Lisboa. 2014
At first sight, I was seduced by thé amazing texture of the wall, one you rarely find in a city. An outside frame with Memory.
Not long ago, I had the opportunity to visit Lisboa for the third time. I always felt good in that country so I was happy to be invited to create a permanent installation in L’INSTITUT FRANÇAIS de LISBOA.
“Entre et vois, L’encre est voix”. Permanent installation in LISBOA FRENCH INSTITUTE. 2014
While I was sipping some red wine, sitting at a table with a pen in the hand, I knew those words born on a napkin, would later speak on the wall.
“Enter and See, The matter is We. Here is present, the Essence. And You ? Between me and you, the Other me is You !
Where are You ?”
This happen while I was living in Alfama, 2 weeks in a beautiful and lightful neighborhood whose streets make you feel like you know that place. But when I first arrived …
In between the previous drawings, I also been living, talking, thinking, and dreaming awake.
So beside the lines, I also find words who wanted to play with I. Or the opposite. I first search them on a sketchbook, without thinking, just like the lines. I hear one word, say it, he will call the others. The first one was and is “CONSCIENCE”, or Consciousness if said in english.
CONSCIENCE DEVENUE MATIÈRE. Wax on canvas. 115x101cm. 2014
I found the first sentence which became the Title, the global direction.
“CONSCIOUSNESS BECOME MATERIA”. Then I kept on finding a variation of ways, those made of association of words and ideas, the whole aiming for the same global harmony finally born through the repetition of the structure achieved on the first sentence.
About The Art of Freestyle, with pleasure again. Cultivating the ability to forget (what you think you know) so that you can be fearless of the mistake, or repetition, and eventualy Create in a free and purified way.
The fifth part, a beauty full number. Hamsa. The Quintessence. The reunifing step of the Opus Magnus.
But let’s not analyse too much and just present the process of a released mind through the “memorylessness” of his hand. So here are a serie of three drawings who decided to be created beyond my will. The first gesture was the seed of itssisters lines and brothers shapes.
MIRA, LA LUNA ! Wax on 300g paper. 70x100cm. 2014
For this Artwork above, I started, as usual, by looking at the paper…long time…until i don’t remember how long.
I just ended yesterday the 5th step of the Art of Freestyle, but here is a quick post about the 4th.
AUTORETRATO, FUMANDO EN MEXICO. 70x50cm. 250g paper. 2014
While in Mexico, I had to stay home sick, and because of the sickness, I experimented some feeling of distortion of time and space…nothing like pink elephants in the sky, but a smooth confusion, or alteration.
Blessed was I to spend the last month of 2013 in Mexico.
I had never been to that part of the World, so I was very excited about discovering its people, its culture and its lands.
L’ÊTRE. Pencil and markers on 300g paper. 70x50cm. 2013. Mexico
But once I came out of the plane, my body felt terrible. I spent the 10 first days ill, laying, blocked in a home which was not mine, unable to see then do what I was hoping to… But still, I could start the meeting through books and documentaries. I choosed to remain friend with Time, and learned a bit before i could feel.
Nine days later, I was healed. I could go out and rediscover, walking the first steps on the path to Kauyumari.