Renegade
I have been reading 'The Elegance of the Hedgehog' by Muriel Barbery which is elegant indeed. I read it as slowly as I could but alas, it has come to an end and I am throughly in love with the concierge Madame Michel. (I lived in Paris from 1991-'93 on the Boulevard Montparnasse and the memories I have of the concierge Madame George are pleasant, if banal. She did the best she could for the American expatriots living in her building .) In any case, the novel brought to mind my time in the city and the natural place and purpose and rhythm of Art there. It truly is a feast for the soul.
"When movement has been banished from a nature that seeks its continuity, when it becomes renegade and remarkable by virtue of its very discontinuity, it attains the leve of esthetic creation.
Because art is life, playing to other rhythms."
Muriel Barbery
4 comments:
well first off I love your painting and second, lucky you to have lived in Paris and to have the memories of living in such a place to guide you now. though I have not yet been abroad, I plan on it one day, but living with grandparents who came from Italy was pretty close! I certainly grew up with a different rhythm that is for sure!
I love the organic flow of your painting. It reminds me of a carefully arranged still-life. Some of the elements read almost like the folds of fabric or cloth. And the prominent circle of red, almost like a bitten piece of fruit. It's as though you've extracted the essence of placement and purpose. Nicely done!
Such contrasts in your palette - maybe an analogy for your feelings of the book. Sad that you have come to the end but remembering with fondness your time abroad.
I like this piece.
The movement in this is interesting, the tension between blur and line....-J
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