I 'emerged' as a painter in my 40s... Being French, in theory I do not belong here, nevertheless London's craziness and hilarious calm suit me better than the arrogant Paris.
I grew up in Paris in a family of architects and artists hence Architecture studies at the Beaux Art was my 'ticket'. Meanwhile, having spent my idle time between the banks of the Seine and the beaches of Normandy, I fell in love with the sea and the freedom it represents.
In 2000, I moved to London with my husband and son and my architectural practice took on another dimension. Today I am a painter. Finally, I have reached the equilibrium between my architect foundation and visual aspiration. Through sculpting my paints, I construct my visual spaces from inside, filling them with passion and energy. This visual 'building' allows me to breathe, feel and reflect on the human condition in a deeply personal yet directed way.
Each painting is a project in itself and will take my entire energy. My work is, first and foremost, driven by my emotions and connections to the subject. I trust in the unknown and try to reveal, through my beloved stroke, the true nature of the unseen entities. Trained previously as an architect I do care for directive schemes, proportions and organic aesthetics. These comfort an illusion of control that I need and capture the unexpected thoughts, impulses and rages. My mother �haunts� my seascape (mothering sea, don\'t drown me down)- does not Mere and Mer sound the same to you too? My husband is the passive cat in other series; women display their weaknesses.
Abstract-impressionism or figurative-narrative, the palette knife or the brush, this is not the point, neither the style. I am in an unstable but dynamic mental space, looking for a language that will become mine; abstract, sensual, blue and bloody red.
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