Welcome by Marie Hermance, contemporary painter and poet, mixing abstraction surrealism and expressionism. You will find numerous pictures of my paintings, my biography, my exhibitions, the mixed media techniques I am using, and much more.
1 Juin 2008 :
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26 Avril 2008 :
24 April 2008 :
18 April 2008 :
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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