The Mirror of the Fairies
huile sur toile, 100x100cm
Here, it is the forest of tales, the source of the imaginary, this old Childlike world. The painting acts as a pause of the image, not a freeze frame, but rather a solemn arrest of the image. Neither the capture of a fragment of time nor its interruption: a solemn arrest that opens an imaginary time. I look at the painting as I look at the monsters or the battles that Leonardo da Vinci discovered in the clouds or the leprosy of an old wall. For the skin of the forest is tattooed with skies crossed by the fairies of tales. Thus, in the image, time becomes a spiral, no longer a procession of losses. After all, what is art if not all these spirals boring into the materials that populate us?
