“Art sublimates the world” said my concierge, flicking the feather duster on the Formica furniture in the hall.<\/p>\n
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I looked at her with tenderness, all the confidence offered to one of these pleasant little moment which constituted my days.<\/p>\n
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That was twenty years ago. An eternity! But these sweet moments lasted, and the vagaries of life had not spoiled the pleasure they offered me until …<\/p>\n
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Until\u2026<\/p>\n
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It only took a microscopic virus, a peddling pangolin and the interconnected hysteria of the modern world to bring our lifestyles – and our souls – to their knees. Then, what remained of our illusions of freedom and omnipotence? Not much\u2026 except the intimate hope waiting for our lockdows release, for an hour, for a tiny mile, for a single breath of fresh air.<\/p>\n
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This weird moment, some have sublimated it in writing, others in artistic production. Because we must remember that artistic creation is above all a matter of necessity. It is often in the face of pain, drama, sometimes by plunging into passion, into desire, that the artist finds the energy that elevate him to grace. I myself drew a lot at that time.<\/p>\n
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Today that we live again freely, what are we going to do with it?<\/p>\n
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For my part – like everyone else – I want to make the most of it, and I want to enjoy a simple and summer life. I want to work a little too.<\/p>\n
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I want to paint very large pictures, all crazy and happy, and I wan’t to show them to you and to share my passion with you.<\/p>\n
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I want to meet you and talk with you, at Didier Viltart<\/strong>‘s, at the Ferus Gallery<\/strong>, accompanied by the music offered by the waves of the Mediterranean which caress the dikes of the Port of Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Will you come? I expect you there.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Come please\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jeremy Taburchi<\/p>\n <\/p>\n