23rd March
My last paintings have been received by their owners so I'm posting them on Facebook...
This is a special moment...
I found myself in a rather uncomfortable situation...
My best friend asked me for two paintings that were close to her heart. The first one represents a feather which symbolizes the loss of her little girl who left too early. As birds are considered to be connected to the heavens it is logical that this feather has the power to communicate with our Little Violet Angel.... It is the strong symbol of her closeness, the link between here and who knows where... She accompanies her mother on a daily basis and brings her love and protection through her presence on both sides.
The second one will be made in a second time and will represent her with her two daughters in the form of embracing silhouettes.
This request touched me enormously and the Workshop was filled with a lot of emotion when the feather was created... This little feather was my goddaughter and each touch of paint lifted my heart much more than I thought it would. It is completely impossible for me to put any distance between myself and my brushes...
At the same time, the father of this little feather, having rebuilt his life, asked me for a painting representing Love... The love of a father, of a man, of a family, with two silhouettes. In itself, this is not an insurmountable request. I felt uncomfortable with my friend. It took a lot of effort for the intention of the work to be strong enough. I had the feeling, but it should not be short-circuited by my feeling...
Successful missions. My two works were born and the owners happy.
This moment taught me even more about myself and my relationship with my brushes.
6th and 7th April
Big weekend. Exhibition of my paintings in two different places at the same time.
Of course I couldn't be in both places at the same time...
So the day before I take my paintings to the exhibition at Trail Hermès. First exhibition with the 7G.
The weather is wet and windy... The exhibition is under a tent but my paintings will stay outside all night... I set them up and leave them there... I created a mini collection on the theme of the race.
Tomorrow I'll load the truck and go to Gémenos for the Marché des Créateurs.
I set up my table, my folding screen to hang paintings. I arrange my paintings as best I can and wait... It's really not hot and humid...
The day goes by... People stop and look. They reduce my work to African art. It is true that I have exhibited a lot of women with warm colours but not only and if you leaf through my artbook you see that my art does not stop there, that my personalised works are much more symbolic...
At that moment, this "reduction" bothers me. My wish is not to make African art, but I don't know yet where to turn. At the same time, a few kilometres away, my collection is far from being African...
I am beginning to ask myself questions about what I want to paint and how.
This market has also opened my eyes to the fact that this type of market is not made for what I want to do with my paintings. People come here to find small things, such as jewellery, bags, at small prices...
13 April
My new website is online...
May 2019
This is the beginning of my exhibition at "Caves de Thomas". I'm happy, my art is coming out of my studio and facing people's eyes.
10 and 12 May, it's the Just Rosé. Creation of a mini collection for the occasion. Theme: Sanary, rose and wine...
This is the easiest part for me.
I arrive at the stand, take out the paintings, easels... Then comes the most dreaded moment for me, the question of the price. Oh yes... It's true, maybe someone might be interested and ask the price of a painting...
Daring to put a price on my paintings... It's like a market... "So you say how much?" "And you?" "Oh no, I know what I'm talking about and it's too expensive for acrylics" ... Anyway, I put a price on each and we'll see. The idea is to begin to make known my name of artist associated with my paintings.
Bilan: The weekend was a success, but I'm not sure that people really saw my paintings... People come there to taste, drink wine and not especially to look at paintings. Moreover it rained, it was windy, so we had to protect the paintings which were not particularly visible...
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