Ten years ago already. One end of activity in the Paris region, where living was no longer dreaming and the flight to Britain.
A renaissance for a new life. The discovery of other people, different interests and a horizon constantly renewed by the ocean.
I felt very young, the need to express my feelings. Very little through words.
I always preferred writing.
There is a mismatch between what we think and oral expression, parasitized by conveniences, false pretenses and unspoken.
Writing by cons, is a faithful tool that can shape its image. It is a weapon too.
So now with a freedom and a significant capital enviable time, I decided to express myself through painting. For three years, intensely. The
Blank canvas becomes. The brush replaces the pen.
Images and dreams jostling in the head and attempts to transcribe with more or less success…
Completely self-taught, the abstract style was imposed on me by complete freedom it provides and its unfathomable possibilities. Freedom of shapes, colors, materials and media. I am immersed myself, mind blank and I realize that this way suits me perfectly.
I can not imagine him being unfaithful. This is my worldview that I build and it makes me happy.
«But that represents your table? ? ? »
No satisfactory answer to provide. It does not define the Abstract, on pain of destroying it. I have a visceral pleasure
To «attack» a blank canvas, to impose materials and colors.
Is my favorite step. And more
The term is approaching and the question is more tapped me. Always this feeling of having failed devouring expressing myself in agreement with my original vision. Lacking
Elements of comparison, I tried to join a group and I found ArtQuid!
Beyond the narcissistic satisfaction of contemplating my paintings over the Internet and to benefit my knowledge, I learned to get rich the Others.
A world of enthusiasts, with many talents that fascinate me.
I wrote to one of them, that each passage in these galleries was for me a source of inspiration and discovery of unknown worlds.
But I must admit that this is also an ordeal I dread and never let me free.
I then took my measure and awareness of the way to go.
A ferocious and humbling that marks each visit! .
And some time later, the desire resurfaces and the adventure continues! .
My wish? Deepen this technique, make an extension of myself and share.
And one day, able to expose and take this time to the extent of the outside world.
Just like a boxer, delivering his first fight.
But this, I am aware, is another story! … Yves
Ferrec.