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Art image bank-
Original Artwork
Painting,
Acrylic
on Canvas
- Dimensions Height 39.4in, Width 31.9in
- Artwork's condition The artwork is in perfect condition
- Framing This artwork is not framed
- Categories Outsider Art Abstract
Pour l’dire mieux l’faire
Ton âm’sonn, sonn…
Anim’âge sans teint
De fond qui se plein
Écho bas rauqu’
Frappe à la porte
Depuis longtemps rongée
Par les vifs très passés
Frapp’, frapp’, pass’à travers l’miroir
Souffl’ton âme décolle les faux trottoirs
Et jett’un flash d’enfer dans le noir.
Brûl’jusqu’à cendre c’putain d’dortoir
Bas, lance, brûle.
Bas, lance, brûle.
Fais l’enfer tien.
Qu’il n’reste rien.
Tu l’vois l’miroir ?
Ce fils de pute
Qui reflettt’les couloirs
Bas, lance, brûle.
Bas, lance, brûle.
Fais l’enfer tien.
Pas besoin d’eau pour
Ton moi nœud gorge tiens !
Ah ! Ah ! Rit peau de fer !
Tu l’vois l’miroir ?
Ce fils de pute.
Qui reflettt’les couloirs
Bais’le, propos’lui un deal juteux.
Facil’la cible est au fond !
Le laisse pas t’niquer par l’plafond.
Explose l’âne image
Le faux s’met’à la page !
Brûle les, et cris lames
L’arme au point exlpos’le.
Bas, lance, brûle.
Bas, lance, brûle.
Fais l’enfer tien.
Mêm’si ça dégoulin’autour d’toi
Pas d’pitié continue t’étonn’pas.
L’enfer c’est qui c’est toi !
Là les port’nexistent pas.
Bas, lance, brûle.
Bas,lance, brûle.
L’enfer c’est toi !
Et sur les cendr’de ce fils de pute
Plant’ton âme, dépos’ton arm’Art brut.
-Jean-pierre-Fouque-
Tournon d’Agenais Le 04 Juin 2023
Jean-Pierre Fouque
A reserved child, almost invisible, he lives in a world that he will later describe as phantasmagorical. “No need to talk, my wanderings were enough for me. Dreamer and solitary, he escapes through paper and pencil, when he is not drawing comic strip characters, he sketches landscapes.
But, “The first images that really struck me, I would even go so far as to say: Jumped out to the eyes, were the drawings of Daumier, I could not imagine that we could have such precision in the line and above all translate on paper, the mood of one or more characters in this or that situation. I don't know ? It was magical for me. And it still is.
And as he says “There is only one Checkerboard. And even if my lines could be very, very fine, I was only doing what I quickly considered to be copying and I hate that!”
So he turned to the abstract.
“It’s like a urge to piss, I paint as I write,
I can’t think in advance about a particular theme. I usually say that I spit on the canvas. A rhythm is then imprinted in me, a breathing. I send whatever flow it may have onto the canvas and let it go. This is where what I call vibration comes in. Not just the vibration of colors but the one that settles inside my body. It’s there and only there that something happens. What I don't know? I only see afterwards, or sometimes during things appear to me. I have the feeling of doing the work of an archaeologist. To make things that already exist reappear. Like vestiges that have disappeared for centuries. Maybe it's my subconscious? But I won't go any further, because I am in no way a psychologist! And I hate making interpretations about what I do. I just do it.
He works with oil or acrylic and mixes with materials, which he particularly likes
Otherwise, with red chalk, charcoal, oil pastel and walnut husk bases.
'For writing it's the same, I send a word from an image, a feeling and the rest follows. The rhythm, a kind of musicality, as if each word had a sound, it's difficult to explain but, from these words assembled in sentences, I feel a musicality. I'm definitely not looking for a particular melody. It would be the same as thinking before doing. That's all I'm doing.
Thoughts of Nessuno Volume I & II
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Nationality:
FRANCE
- Date of birth : 1957
- Artistic domains:
- Groups: Contemporary French Artists