lundi 4 janvier 2021

Sebastien





 The fauchage, the flaying of the hedges. An annual assault on the byways, however it is to be described

 made me think of a painting and these are the beginnings. A new direction perhaps, or a dead end but at the dog end of one year and the start of a new one it was enough to get me out in the cold to look at this remnant, try to hold it in my memory while I walked and then begin the paintings. I think that I wondered how to create something monolithic from something that is, in fact, quite small. It did also bring all those artists like Mantegna, Reni, El Greco to mind. A walk in the cold does funny things to one's brain.

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