Artists’ Words : Thierry Bisch
At the very beginning of spring, the world took a break. It came as no surprise to me, I had expected an event for a long time. The frenzied rush into the absurd, the destruction of the living for fleeting profit, the obscene glorification of appearances and useless things, had to meet a limit. Whatever it was.
For over a decade I have been at the bedside of non-human species as I watch helplessly, inexorably die out. To alert, I paint them slowly fading away.
For long weeks, I was content to embrace, every hour of the day, the silence of men and the return of birdsong. No more a plane in the sky, no more an engine, the masters of the world had just been struck down by a little thing so tiny they couldn’t even see it …
Then one morning, I put the studio away and started drawing. Humble and touching beings. Little donkeys, little pigs, cubs, fragile beings to whom we owe all our attention and respect.