That’s not a national hymn. It’s a brotherhood hymn rather. She is my youngest sister. She holds her little Marcello in her arms. She lives in Marseille. That’s all. Well actually… that’s not totally all. The above mentionned Marseillaise is also a talented graphist and a great digital painter . Unbeatable when it comes to simplifying forms and colors.
The part of this painting I like most is the hand. Actually the shadow of the rings on the fingers. Fingers that hold the towel so tight to make sure the little guy will stay comfortable and safe. Quietly drying in the evening sun of La Clère after the last bath of the day.
Looking down: deep, dense blue of a moving beauty. Looking above: blinding bright, of a glowing beauty. Just like when we fly. This is Elvire, caught in a flight, in between two rocks of a magical spot in Amorgos. Flying over the big blue in the island of the Big Blue movie. Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm.
We were good. Weather had been sunny along the day, like if the exhibition title slightly managed to intimidate winter. By the famous Prinsengracht (Prince’s canal) at the corner of the Eglentiersgracht (as indicated by its name). Exactly a year ago, we were skating on those canals. This time, we were drinking under the stars, surrounded by canvases and good music. The Rockarchive gallery is a place full of good vibes. Walls are used to sublime original shots of Jagger, Dylan or Blondie… but they don’t seem to be against some greek mermaids for a change. An opening is one of these very predictable moments of bliss. The perfect moment: family, friends and/or collectors (often the same) and the work of past 12 months. Unexpected visits, wine, conversations late into the night. We are good.
Shrimp fishing. The activity goes through the centuries. The format of the net too. One size for each age. It was a beautiful and windy morning. We were all together on this easter tide. You are there waiting for me down the dune to show me the biggest of your tiny takes. They will all end up together anyway, joyfully scalded towards the best of the apéritifs. Those tiny “crevettes grises”, you can swallow them whole. But there is also a luxury option: aligned on a toast buttered with fleur de sel.
Elena Iv-skaya was born in the Russian Far East, on the banks of the Amur River and close to the Chinese border. Model became a photographer by chance. Chance works in a remarkable way as you can check there. She lives today in the Reunion island.
This gifted composition master lets her colorful creativity explode in the middle of this lush island. She was there and kindly answered “yes” when I asked permission to take inspiration from one of her shots. Elena is a kind of florist of modern times. She composes. Selects her flowers with uncompromising precision. Collects models that find their place perfectly in her graphic bouquets. A casting of a crazy personality. Looks like their faces were drawn for her light. Flowers can fade. Elena’s models hatch under an caring lens.
The flower of this diptych is Sarah Akrour. Poolside eyes. Blond as sand.
From a flower to another. Even rarer. Oulimata Gallet. Mannequin sénégalaise hyper prometteuse. A senegalese model with high potential. Some shots from Elena with Oulimata are just fascinating. One of them inspired me a sketch while I was doodling in the plane.
I am now watching Elena, Sarah et Oulimata as three beautiful sources of inspiration.