en suspens (2017) Painting by Chloé Alecki

Encres en Lumières on paper Outdoor (or indoor) installation of mobile paints, reactive to light. Original paintings in color Indian ink on Wenhzou 30g \ m2 paper. Taped on transparent veil Poetry of wallpapers, which a technical description cannot express ... Little one, everything overflows! Chloe Typhoon Chloe Cloth. Everything comes from the hands. Stained, they mar everything, all around. Around it is the playground of billions of hands which stain the rag world. We all have an impact on the world, I chose this one. I try. I circle. I halo. Confuse spontaneously, I stain with indelible ink, the beginnings of the idea which asserts itself in the act. It is an affirmation not a questioning. The draft becomes the object by force of completion. The weaker the means, the stronger the expression. The draft, for its part, draws its strength from the freedom with which it is used to bring out ideas spontaneously. He is the first form, intuition. Free to represent the barely known. And even beyond the known. Travel in tasks. The eye seeks to recognize something concrete that is part of its world, a disguised reality is not my doing. Each with his sensitivity, his own map of the world perceives colors and shapes. This is what makes the popular dimension of abstract painting. It sends us back to our own interiority. Emotion is not a matter for initiates, only the unique story of each person's life counts and it is through it that our sensations filter and differentiate. Reach the intimate. First comes the fineness of the paper. Paper of light as its mass is low. It is a surface. A white, dry sheet, lifted by the current of the air. Easy. Crumpled. A dry leaf lifted by the current of water. A wet leaf that the typhoon floods. Sap found that the current of the air is about to tear. The weaknesses are established. The soggy surface, over-abundant with water so much to become a paste again. Gray mirror between two shining waters. The one above. the one below. It's not a plane it's a plain. Its mountains and valleys. Full of water. Full of ink. Body of water, Where false eyelashes brush, a tender hair, gorged with water, overflowing, disgorging. Again, they submerge the flowers of inks which disperse their stumps of pollen. Blots of the future vibratory chromatic surface. The waters are free, scrambling. Stain, surround, halos. Gather in puddles. They hold on together, and always escape. It's life. It's time. The one he does, the one that dries it up, the one of tomorrow, the one that passes. This time which expands in winter, in the fog which makes the world shrink. The thermometer water becomes numb, freezes, time drags on. And far too soon passes the time of summer, that the sweaty water hardly evaporates. Too early. Too late. My painting is like time. ah! the beautiful seasons! Take time to do and see. Take the time to experience the painting in its living state. It is also this water that fills us. Painters experience the tactile encounter between painting and the eyes. This wonderful fresh shine makes the crystal color vibrate. It is thick even liquid, swollen, it is still young, it meets time. And the water that withdraws takes it with it. The finished paper is what remains of this experience, the pale memory of the act, a precious and (a) ncreated memory. A knowledge and a doing. Reminiscent of shine. Light paper. Every moment you look at the wallpaper is unique. Every hour every day the light is unique. Aware of this, our eyes sharpen at the natural variations of the light filtered through the wallpaper. Here is the blue in its luminous complexities, this is the depth of its mixtures, sometimes warmer, sometimes colder. We sink into it. The light comes from within, it catalyzes the color. This vibrance is the autonomous component of my painting. Revealing the realities of wallpaper. From it is born the multiplicity of its forms or its constancy. In immediate resonance with its environment. Stained glass paper haloed with sun that night shadow. The color loses its stability. Never so saturated as the moment before, never so dull as the moment after. The balance is replayed every moment. Friendly time, a variable which transposes the frozen harmony into perspective, which gives movement. Oscillating abstract colors. Frozen then subtracted from their constancy. Compose harmony without stiffening it. Animate. She was she is She lives She will be, she inevitably alters. Finally. Comes the weather today, locked outside, it surrounds us in the dance. Exit. Come out of the shelter of the wall, show us your hidden face, like a sculpture, nor resist. Double-sided painting, get off the wall. Do not struggle with the wind, accompany. The fragilities vanish when the wind makes these sails dance. turns turns little mill. Then come the rain and the storms which of their drops can no longer do anything for the ink. And we perceive that it is finally life. Alecki Chloe

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