Anne Loubry
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One eye stays on the canvas, one eye watches in front, I splattered, I dirtied the whiteness of the canvas; Spots, lines, patterns that will make sense to my imagination. It is abstract, without constraints, without forms to limit anything.
My hand arises in the envy of ​​color, here pink-grid, tensions, beginning of writing: the line is bar. Paint brushes, tracing, drawing, brushes-liquid brushes ... what is traced breaks apart and scatters, sometimes disintegrates, sinks a mark, breaks the resident color, misses, then the feature recovers, assembles, Attention in a colored density, concentrates, intensifies. Of course, these spots and lines are not present by pure chance: my work is organized through a library of forms, a skeletal grammar, a native structure resulting from the labyrinthine path, of the topographical wandering that symbolizes my spirit . Washings, blurred lines, the perspective is created: residual drawings from underneath taken in another top, unfinished borders showing the white of the paper or the coating of the canvas barely colored, lean juice of the beginning supporting an architecture Towards a point of sharpness that the color or the line concentrates, focalizes ... The line is bound in a thousand fragments, accepts, flows, crowds, flies, gathers, comes and goes, draws in drops; Spots and scattered signs represent a hostile figure, a damp fugitive. Left free to play, color finds its full expansion without being enslaved to reality. Forms become shapeless, they shun this possession, which might cause everything to freeze; Be seen without being taken, without any grip. Idea of ​​the human silhouette, allusive, totemized, recomposed, detached, mobile: each time, improvise its doing, its know-how. |
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