Zero gravity

This weightlessness that you feel when you float lying on the surface … Lightness. As installed in a liquid cloud. Relaxation. No muscle in tension. No pressure points.

"Zero Gravity" 2017©antoinerenault. acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

“Zero Gravity” 2017©antoinerenault. acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

The liquid element compensates for the force of gravity. And this physical balance seems to naturally turn into serenity. The mind clears up. At best it caresses positive thoughts. Thoughts without gravity.


Archimedes theorized the physical explanation: “Any body, wholly or partially immersed in a stationary fluid, is buoyed up by a force equal to the weight of the fluid displaced”. My father always had a fascination with this phenomenon. And it is undoubtedly by gratitude for his great joys of navigation that he made all his children memorize the formula. Which provided his offspring – moderately equipped for Physics –  a furtive joy at the moment when the subject was finally tackled at school.

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Jesi’s hat

Some postures are magnetic. They can sign the personality of an individual even more strongly than its silhouette. I’ve always found it striking.

"Jesi's hat" 2017©antoinerenault.  acrylic on canvas 70x50cm

“Jesi’s hat” 2017©antoinerenault. acrylic on canvas 70x50cm

This is Jesi Le Rae: a radiant and energetic muse with endless legs. Arched like a matador and captured by the solar lens of the brilliant Australian photographer Carly Brown. I’ve been following Carly’s work for a while on instagram. I love her creative universe, discovered thanks to the very inspiring“Last daze”: a deposit of photographic stories that can spice up your daily life in an addictive way. This image caught my eye. I had to paint it. Carly was kind enough to let me base this painting on her work. Jesi accompanied the painting in progress with a communicative enthusiasm. I loved painting this!


Jesi’s wild hair also inspired this sketch. This is part of my series “sketching in the air” which will be exhibited in Paris soon.



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Agio Nikolaos

Yes.. a bit of an odd title for this picture. I just like the name of the place. Agio Nikolaos (Saint Nicholas) is the small rock at the foot of Oia where a chapel is built.

"Agio Nikolaos" 2017©antoinerenault. Acrylic on canvas 50x70cm

“Agio Nikolaos” 2017©antoinerenault. Acrylic on canvas 50x70cm

A perfect diving spot: 15′ swim away from the cliff. Next to the chapel is a small shelter in which a fisherman keeps his nets dry. To lay in the sun after swimming with the back resting on the warm lime of this old wall is true luxury. Enjoy the sheer beauty of this incredible site. Think of the evening you’ll spend up there, at the top of the cliff. Rejoice in advance of this breathtaking view which gives a supplement of taste to all the flavors of the upcoming dinner.

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L’âme adore nager (The soul loves to swim)

It comes from a Greek morning. At the foot of Oia, Santorini. I think that was the first swim of the summer 2013. 200 meters down a path in the red cliff, you reach luminous waters.

"L'âme adore nager" 2017©AntoineRenault  Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

“L’âme adore nager” 2017©AntoineRenault Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

The volcanic wall dominates you with all its mass and sinks towards the depths of the Caldera. This makes the first dive a bit intimidating. And then quickly, the pleasure of the water that wraps the body, the clouds of carefree colorful fishes. We forget the abyss and we fly. We felt very low five minutes ago. We suddenly feel very high. And we love it.

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The eternal circle of fugitive forms

To freeze reflections is to catch fugitive forms. They always look alike. And never stop turning into other forms. In an ever-changing unique composition.


I had in mind to paint this image for quite a long time. I asked myself two questions: will I find a way to make the luminosity of this moment? And how will I name this piece? The light finally came. The name is a piece of poem by Louise-Victorinne Ackerman. A French poetess whose name and work I did not know. But I like the music of these words and how they go with this painting.



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Expo4art. Le Marais, Paris

My stock of paintings made a stop in Paris between the summer expo in Noirmoutier and the autumn exhibition in Paris. Perfect opportunity to take part in a nice contemporary art fair in le Marais. The Halle des Blancs Manteaux: the former Parisian market of 1820 makes the ideal cocoon to house a selection of 70 artists.

antoinerenault-expo4art-artfair-paris17This weekend did not really have the prefect start: the car borrowed from a friend with my 20 canvases inside disappeared in 10′. The time to drink a glass of water and close the door of the apartment. That was 2h before the fair opening!!! Car had been towed away. It was recovered, with all canvases in it. and here we are good last on the starting line to install the stand. With enough time though before the opening for an intimate face-to-face between my dear cousin who was there to help me and her beloved grand mother portrait she was seeing for the first time. Three lovely days followed, filled with great connections and friends gatherings. A real pleasure to meet that many Italians, Americans, flyer expo4art antoinerenaultLondoners, Saudis within the crowd of Parisian amateurs… And as always in these salons, some unique encounters. Like the passage of this Lebanese collector: love at first sight with one of my paintings… which was unfortunately already sold. “Drinks are on me!” she said to recover from her disappointment. And that was champagne for all the visitors of my booth :). There are moments like that.

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Sailing to heaven

Sailing to heaven ©antoinerenaultEarly days of September . My sailboat seems to guess the coming wintering. Last day of sailing . It better be good , it’s hard enough like that. Be entertaining , sporty , frank breeze. Or relaxing , charming , calm sea. There was the beautiful . True holiday gift . Light haze of those great sunny days that stretches through morning .

DSC_0175bGood friends on the beach. This is the day when I shot those pictures that would inspire “Duel de Sauterelles.” A swim, a picnic and aboard!

Glassy surface . Caressing breath , just enough to slide along the outline of the coast. From the anchorage to the port. Slowly. Time to enjoy the show. Completely . Eyes do their best to fill the memory. The more I watch this island, the more I find it beautiful . The more I miss her .

"Sailing to heaven"  ©2016 Antoine Renault    Acrylic on canvas  Triptych 3x80x40cm

“Sailing to heaven” ©2016 Antoine Renault Acrylic on canvas Triptych 3x80x40cm

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Remember all the beautiful things

images“Since I was a child, I have a kind of disease: all the things that amaze me go away without my memory keeping enough of them “(JH Lartigue). Most of those “things” were moments. I believe I have the same disease. That is probably why I love Jacques Henry Lartigue so much.

Washing away from the soul the dust of everyday life AntoineRenault 2016   Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

“Washing away from the soul the dust of everyday life” ©AntoineRenault2016
Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm   inspired by JH Lartigue photography

This early photographer chose to be a painter because photography was not considered a serious activity. He exhibited in the same gallery as Monet in Paris. Amusing coincidences: I discovered his work in NYC in the year of his death (1986). He became a world famous photographer in NYC the year of my birth.

lartigue_autoFortune favors the prepared mind: In 1962, he had 100,000 shots behind him but he still thought he was a painter. During a stopover in NYC, a meeting is organized by a LIFE maagazinefriend with John Szarkowski,  young new curator of the photography department at MoMA. Love at first sight. In 1963, at the age of 69, he exhibits for the first time as a photographer… at the MoMA!!! In November of the same year, Life magazine features a 10-page article in the same issue that reveals the JFK assassination in Dallas. He had met young Senator Kennedy 10 years ago with friends in Antibes. This Life issue spreads across the planet and builds his worldwide reputation.

Picasso said that “art washes away from the soul of the dust of every day.” Personal expression gives beauty and meaning to human experience. Lartigue spent a whole day photographing enthusiastically Picasso and his universe. He did tit all his life: catch what amazed him.

His color work was recently shown at the FOAM museum of Amsterdam. I had a crush on 4 photos, including that of her friend Mary Bailey. He loved women. You can feel it in this picture.

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The island under Oia

Amoudi-Bay-swim-area-photo-from-the-godsavethescene-blogAt the bottom of the cliff. Sheltered from the crowd. Yet, a twenty meter swim is enough to reach this island. Perfect diving spot, the pebble is named Agios Nikolaos ( Saint Nicolas ). Make sense: there is a little white chapel on the rock, looking South towards the center of the Caldera. Resting there is a gift. Above your already tanned left shoulder, 100 meters of red cliffs with the village of Oia at the top, waiting to watch your dive. Under your feet, a crystal clear water, 400 meters deep!

So, yes, you can dive. And it’s extremely blue when you look down . Before you reach the surface, the reflections show is enhanced by the white of the chapel and the red of the cliffs . And when you eventually decide to emerge, it’s so breath taking that you don’t think of diving again at first. Just of staying there floating, swirling slightly to enjoy the panorama. And get used to this blissful smile that remains strangely hooked to your lips.

"Swinging lightly"  ©AntoineRenault2016   Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm

“Swinging lightly” ©AntoineRenault2016 Acrylic on canvas 100x70cm


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Volviendo de Alojera

c28e3e2085992d58294abe38657d39d7You have to deserve this island. La Gomera: a small pebble in the south of the Canaries. A cone which stops the clouds on its tip and maintains a millenium forest on its roof . This is where all the trade paths were flowing from one valley to another . A star of steep ravines falling in a wild Atlantic.


Topography made communication so complex that they developed a unique language: el silbo Gomero. The only whistled language in the world. Still spoken by most of the 20,000 inhabitants of the island. Was declared as a Masterpiece of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO. The movie “Big Blue” had helped me to find Amorgos . The “Silbo” song led me to this amazing island. Kingdom of centenarian laurels, banana trees, whales … and hikers. All the walks are spectacular here. As the one leading to Alojera . The kind of spot where you don’t end up by chance . A tiny harbor nestled in a small cove .

"Volviendo de Alojera"  ©AntoineRenault2016 70x50cm

“Volviendo de Alojera” ©AntoineRenault2016 70x50cm

One of the few that is not at the end of a ravine. The place is rather austere. Seems dedicated to swallow the western storms. Its proud pier in pole position. At the end of which, it looks like that if you are on a quiet day. And if you stay there until late afternoon, you suddenly understand better the why of this bunch of regulars waiting there on the terrace.  To call it a day after hours of swell-breaking, the cove feasts in the evening with an amazing sunset that seems to have been custom tailored for the place.

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