This thing about ears that seem to miss for some people. While for others, they even noticed that they don’t appear.
It fascinates me.
It was at first an unconscious choice as if intuitively I knew that ears don’t do everything.
Finally, little by little, it was a real choice from me. I think that ears are too obvious for equestrian people, I don’t want them to be focused on them too much. I want them to be able to really feel what the horse sends back to them as a sensation. Because that feeling can change from one day to another.
Sometimes, the horse will be serene, other times, he’ll be curious or a bit intrigued. If I would have painted the ears, there wouldn’t be this infinite possibility.
The last thing is that the central point in my portraits is the eyes. I want the focus to be on the eyes. They tell so much.
🙉 The question for you is: is this horse doesn’t allow you to feel something, even without ears?
🌙 this painting is available on my etsy shop
⭐️ painting on canvas, 50×50 cm
What if they could talk to you, what would they tell you?
The message of the day from these three horses or from the painting… what if it was a bit of both?
“I look at myself and I look at you. I’m one at the same time as the other two. I’m not aware of myself and yet I am. I’m there with the others. I am according to the others. I’m one and at the same time I’m the herd, like the drop of water and the ocean.
Look at yourself as we look at each other, without judgment, without preconceived ideas. For a moment, look at the other as if they are a part of you too. You are also one but also a herd of human beings. You are a drop of water and you are also the ocean.”Read More
Sometimes words are not needed. Just feel the picture, enter into the painting, experience the emotions felt, go through the colors, beyond the lines and surface… and let all those emotions surface without analyzing them, just feel et let them live and go.
🌟 If you want, tell me what did you feel?
🌼 painting on yupo paper, 48 x 34 cm
👉 available on my etsy shop
I sometimes border on abstraction. It’s a will, I love abstraction and I love the horse. Difficult to reconcile but nothing is impossible for the one who persists in his desires.
It’s in this thin border that I go beyond myself where anything is possible. Less control, more feeling, and more surprises too. I discover new effects or textures.
I often show you many Stories with close up details of an artwork in process which are very abstract.
I know that the part of me as a graphic designer is very sensible to composition and by extension, abstraction.
“Face to Face 20t”
black chalk, charcoal & watercolor on paper
I paint as it comes, not every day, not for hours. I don’t necessarily paint as popular imagery sees it. I paint my way.
It’s a sudden urge that I barely control. I know that I can bring about this drive through music. It works often but not all the time.
Painting uses a lot of my energy. That’s also why I can’t paint for too long. It’s like a running, after I have a crazy energy then it falls and I’m tired.
It took me a long time to know myself at this level and just as much to accept it.
But I love my way of painting! I have a lot of feelings that make me feel so good during the process: some waves of love and joy mostly. My creativity nourish itself with that. Without these emotions, to paint is a constraint. That’s also why it takes me a lot of energy.Read More
Some clues to why I’m not drawing ears…
When you are almost silent, how can you be heard? How to show your discomfort? How do you cry out to the world that it doesn’t go well? Or how do you show the others that they have crossed the line?
As a horsewoman, I was taught the language of the ears very early on. Obvious, clear and precise, we can quickly judge whether it is better to stand aside, change our attitude or if our carrots are welcome. The rest of the body is sidelined a bit and I had to figure it out on my own on the job.
I quickly realized that the ears it’s ok but that in reality the whole body participated in the expression of his emotions. And in a very subtle way. A quivering of the nostrils, an eye that narrows, almost imperceptibly but it’s there and it shows an annoyance, at least.
To miss signs is to push him to its limits. That’s inviting him to shout louder to be heard.
And that’s why I don’t draw ears in the most of my painting. Because it’s too obvious, too easy to interpret. I prefer the subtlety of the eyes & nostrils or a general attitude.Read More
This painting is the n°5 of the Eloquent Collection.
I could say so much about him. He’s like in a dream coming silently and maybe in slow motion, towards me, a bit in a sweet wrapping up fog. Like a messenger with important words to say. What does he have for you?
“Equine Nude 115t”
acrylic & black chalk painting on paper
“We can say for sure that horses can be naturally eloquent. When they want to be.
They offer us these unconditional amazing expressions of themselves through their so harmonious body. They are perfect alive sculptures that we, artist, just have to capture.
This collection speak about the way they learn to us their natural eloquence, this simplicity of clearly expressed their state of the moment. And when they are in joy, they do know how to express & show it to the world!”
Horses are the symbol of the movement even if in nature they actually moves slowly, do a lot of walk & gallop little.
But with us, they know how to express their charisma, their power, all their energy they hold back… They give us so much that we almost don’t remember how much they are passive and zen and calm most of their time.
I’ve decomposed the movement as a slow motion to express this duality. A huge energy in a strong body with a peaceful mind.
Dancing on a classical music
Like a monk
Under the light of the univers
« Equine Nude 7a »
charcoal, acrylic & black chalk painting on canvas
It’s sprang from the sheet in no time. Sucked up by the ink, swallowed by the white of the support, gulped down in the spiral of the black pencil, this horse’s sprang as much from me as from itself. He caught me off guard, but I reacted quickly, barely giving me time to think that he was already there, standing in front of me.
From the front, as if pricked up against me and against himself. In this battle, no one has won or lost. It didn’t last long, but it allowed me to give birth to him.
When the sheet was still white, however, another internal battle was fought. That one of the first impulse, of “but where am I going to with him”? The drawing finished, he was already facing me from its full height, I was intimidated, as if already floored.
And it is precisely timidly that I launched into color. He turned around, refused. I was on the verge of giving up but he challenged me so hard that I all let go.
The ink is gone from one go, the brush followed. Everything is gone so fast. But it was intense and good. He challenged me to bring out the best from me. I didn’t know it in the moment. It was once the battle ended, the weapons laid down, that he looked at me from the top and showed me how he was so proud of me, of him!
I immediately loved him. After all, we had been so close to each other.
« Equine Nude 75t »
acrylic, charcoal & black chalk painting on paper