Marie Hermance

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Marie Hermance, contemporary painter and poet, welcomes you. Discover her low relief abstract painting, mixing sculpting, and abstract painting. You will find numerous pictures of her paintings and low reliefs, her biography,her exhibitions, the mixed media techniques she is using, and much more.

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Updates

8 March 2010 :

  • Blutopia
  • Tanga
  • Mojito
  • Sultane

29 January 2010 :

  • Coppélia

29 January 2010 :

  • Gin Fizz

An abstract painting from Marie Hermance

It's a question of days, of minutes, of seconds, of micro

I have no time left

One minute deep down in my shoes, the next one I'm high up in the mysterious sky of my mind

Too violent, too sharp

Too much

There is always this internal tension both chronic and subterranean which comes to my surface and swallows it up

Internal tsunami

My body panicks and flies away like a devil, insane, from wood to textures, from materials to shades, from colors to oxides, from pigments to effects.

Sometimes metallic, sometimes structured, sometimes fluid, sometimes insolent, rough, glossy, biting, crushed, my body turns into a nervous brush, my fingers cling on to rocks, flowers, nails, sequins, forms, smells, weights, fabrics, papers, thrills

My eyes get high with the sun, with my steps, with the sea, with lightenings, the silence, the moon, my love

Outburst of my senses on the floor of my absurdity

Sparkles in my eyes spreading on my brain

I can't see

I can't feel

The music is either breathing me out or driving me crazy

I'm struggling

I'm nothing but a nervous brush wearing himself out on the floor of my work and sticking to the hair of time and anguish

I am no longer

Gloss over my emptiness

I varnish my emptiness with extatic lime everytime the blues is smiling at me

Roses back in my cheeks

Blue hope in my eyes

Once knocked out, once back up again and again

Pugnacity

To meet … you

To mix my heart and my tormented gutts with your tears

Let them deep inside your body

Drop them

Wolf them down, hug them, tear them

That is just for you

I hope it flies you away too

I hope it'll thrill you, stir you, quiver you

And put a rosy sparkled gloss over your future

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