The lovers of Pont Cardinet

The Lovers of Pont Cardinet

huile sur toile, 100 x 50 cm. Prix1500€ + envoi

This painting could have been called: “Life is a Novel.” It’s the title of a film by Lelouch, but I was thinking of Léo Malet. Something nocturnal, more or less licit and sudden, like any passion. Painting at night is very pleasant because you paint ghosts. Through the open window onto the summer night, you can barely make out a train passing in the immense trench of the rails leading to Gare Saint-Lazare and, above, the buildings rising towards Montmartre. The entwined couple of lovers, illuminated as if caught in the flash of a flagrant offense, mocks as much seeing as being seen.