Isabelle Blot

Small word

As a child, I preferred the pencil of paper all these gradations of grey were enough for me, the oil took the place(square) and there, marvel, all these colors that she(it) wealth to create according to its humor and felt sound.

I draw my inspiration from a feeling, a mood, a vision of things or beings which surround me.
I put the painting(cloth) on the easel and the day takes place without eating sometimes pressed to move forward the painting(cloth) fear which the inspiration or the desire(envy) stops. A real moment of happiness of Zen attitude.