« TIME is the substance of which I am made. Time is a RIVER that sweeps me along, but I am the RIVER; it is a TIGER that devours me, but I am the TIGER; it is a FIRE that consumes me, but I am the FIRE. »

Jorge Luis Borges

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01

2023
73 cm x 58.5 cm
Lithography print by Idem Paris

02

2021
60 cm x 49 cm
Woodcut print by Idem Paris

03

2021
60 cm x 49 cm
Linocut print by Idem Paris

the SHOP

2023
73 cm x 58.5 cm
Lithography print by Idem Paris

2021
60 cm x 49 cm
Woodcut print by Idem Paris

2021
60 cm x 49 cm
Linocut print by Idem Paris

My first encounter with painting occurred some years ago. I was about six or seven, eating breakfast at my parents’ place, a bowl of hot chocolate in front of me (the most important part of the day for a morning girl like me). In the kitchen was a portrait of my father, painted by a cousin, Alain Signoles. Every day, while looking at this painting, I would play at spotting mistakes: I had to find (and I found!) one new mistake each day.

Alain’s paintings are powerful, shaped by fauvism and German expressionism: my father’s hair is bottle green, his skin titanium white (the morning-after complexion), his elbow pointed, his eyes wonky with a slight squint (the eye of a man still thinking of his studies). The poorly coloured-in backdrop is exotic blue, the nose green (red would have been more logical). I did not understand the attraction and enchantment of such an odd portrait. But I knew that I won my game every day!

fewWOrds

fewWOrds

My first encounter with painting occurred some years ago. I was about six or seven, eating breakfast at my parents’ place, a bowl of hot chocolate in front of me (the most important part of the day for a morning girl like me). In the kitchen was a portrait of my father, painted by a cousin, Alain Signoles. Every day, while looking at this painting, I would play at spotting mistakes: I had to find (and I found!) one new mistake each day.

Ariane Parayre

Alain’s paintings are powerful, shaped by fauvism and German expressionism: my father’s hair is bottle green, his skin titanium white (the morning-after complexion), his elbow pointed, his eyes wonky with a slight squint (the eye of a man still thinking of his studies). The poorly coloured-in backdrop is exotic blue, the nose green (red would have been more logical). I did not understand the attraction and enchantment of such an odd portrait. But I knew that I won my game every day!

The Bathers

The Bathers

2023
Oil and acrylic on canvas

Sun Salutation

Sun Salutation

2023
Oil and acrylic on canvas

The Acrobat

The Acrobat

2023
Oil and acrylic on canvas

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