Winter morning in New York Print

I am working on several simultaneous projects. My creative research is therefore not linear, but punctuated by ruptures, sequences, progressions at variable speeds. I do not complete a project but pursue it tirelessly, sometimes taking paths, sometimes dead ends, sometimes opening up to other possibilities, other fields of research. Even if dead ends may seem a waste of time, and if, at this moment, I feel the failure, they nevertheless nourish the progress of my projects, the ripening of my creativity, close doors to open others. . Apnea / cosmos, abstract / ocean, domains which combine the infinity of space, with the depth of the abyss. (All these atoms which form a whole in the universe and from which we cannot escape, making each of us one with the universe). Landscapes which simultaneously evoke the mountain and the sea, the sky and the ocean. Nature, the aquatic element, crazy gardens, wise gardens. The untidy nature, the goldfish ponds. To work with a knife that sculpts the material, the reflections of water. The vibrant vegetation, never deadpan, to the liking of the slightest wind. The imaginary landscapes, all in transparency, successions of glazes, the very nuanced tones of blues, greens and spotted with red, orange tree, quinachridone pink, to represent the blooming of exuberant flowers. The horizon, the sea, inspired by the Arcachon basin, the ocean. From the west coast of France. And then the fascination for infinite space, the photographs of Hubble, the big bang, the stars which are born and die in formidable explosions / implosions, the cosmological beauty, the mystery of the grandiose infinity. The guiding principle of the projects is my creative spontaneity. My need to externalize my emotions, without verbalizing, without saying too much, from my dreams or observations. This line which tends to become more and more abstract. I try to touch subtly on the figurative: like a dream that gets blurred when you wake up, that disappears, is transformed, and idealizes the very idea of ​​the dream, gives it back its emotional force. Sophie gaiardo