CLITEROS I (2019) Drawing by Yaël Moon

pencil on Antica Cartiera 100% cellulose paper Fine grain - Ph neutral Acid Free Cold Press Drawing format 30*40 cm Artwork framed by a professional 2cm black wooden stick, 6cm black passe-partout Clear Color anti-reflective glass. 2018. It was before the Covid (I keep the covid in the masculine it changes from the flu, the disease, the rabies…) It is also the last of the 6 years lived in Côte d'Ivoire. She gave me this feeling of freedom that I had never felt before. Not freedom anyhow, not the one that hinders the Other. It is freedom chained to this duty that I choose. To be an artist. That year, I'm going to procrastinate so much that it will lead me to 2019. Procrastinating or going around in circles like a dervish, as Patrick Blanchon so aptly puts it. I painted the children Regards -Emotions, Transmission, Resilience, Venus African Queens, Eros, Plastic Bodies have just been completed… The bestiary is on hiatus but this collection is apart, it is there just for me , for now… It's a morning. I watch the palm trees, their leaves play the organ and the dragonflies dance. The wind is high, powerful, constant. It's not a wind that drives you mad. It's a warm, gentle wind that's a bit dry, like the frank caress of a calloused hand. It is surely he who gave me the idea, the unthinkable idea... The one about which I am told "You're going to shoot yourself in the foot!" What's wrong with your hormones?! The one that is completely beyond me, the one that imposes itself. I'm going to do Artistic Clitoris! Youpiyouplala tralala. Good. I immediately feel guilty for such an idea, it will take me a year to dare to consider it. Wanting to resist him, my thyroid had fun destroying itself a little faster and a little stronger than last time. I don't know anything about the Clitoris. The world is going too fast and I'm slow. Always. A snail. But as we say in Abidjan: "Snail don't knock pebbles!" I then slowly hollow out my interior, the one that revolts and frightens me. This collection, what am I saying, this 69+4 series will begin in its simplest form… Paper, pencils! Draw what I don't know, imagine it, dream it… So that it doesn't fit into intensive formatting. Because frankly the anatomical Clitoris doesn't break a snail's three legs. I don't want this official clitoris, not so quickly, not right away… Don't be like all men, too much of a hurry! (ref. Mylène Farmer, Undress me! 1988 … well yes it's been a long time …) I want it erotic, sensual. What's more sensual than 50 Shades of Crayons? Sorry for this reference, this turnip book. I never managed to finish it. If you like spanking, in a completely different style, you can watch “A Dangerous Method”…Tell me what you think…It's slow, precise and detailed work that is falling into place. A dear friend offers me a half drawing glove, I love it, it's very practical and putting it on is already suggestive! I straddle the magnifying glasses to draw, the ones I use to embroider. CLITEROS I takes shape between two continents, between shadow and light, organic. It is suggestion, imperfect, like a “real” erotic photo. The one that lets glimpse the folds of a belly, a slightly reddened, grainy skin; a scratched puncture on the top of a buttock. It is a seed that germinates in the dark, feeding on humus. She seems lifeless and then a leaf appears, stretching towards the sun. She surprises us. The seed is no more. It is this in-between life that is expressed in this Cliteros Premier. You feel it sometimes, this particular desire to invade you. You try to capture it, to lock it up to draw all its energy from it. This desire without purpose, you observe it, water it, cherish it so that it strengthens and expresses itself. He is there, in your shower, when you sing at your fullest, in your living room when you dance like crazy, in your bare feet treading the dewy grass, in your toes sinking into the moist sand tropical. CLITEROS I has the fragility and strength of this innocent life, a benevolent desire, without good or evil. The technical word This work is produced on heavyweight paper for strength, the grain is fine for softness. It's an acid-free paper, like respect. The grease pencils from 2B to 8B, are all in tenderness. The drawing is fixed to resist UV, the fixative is not the product I prefer because it often pollutes, however it ensures the durability and good performance of the graphite. I keep it in a 3D frame, the surface does not touch the glass which further increases its storage time.

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