Opening: Thursday May 30, 2019, 5 - 7 pm
Exhibition will run until July 26, 2019.
Opening: French Institute Bratislava ,Thursday May 30, 2019, 6 - 8 pm
Gandy gallery is pleased to announce opening of the solo show of French artist Eugenie Paultre.
Over the years, her painting has focused into simple vertical lines of colour as an answer to the compelling necessity for the mind to identify the landmarks of our presence in this world. Coloured lines – their harmony, their encounter - in order to recover the natural hymn to colour and to feel the infinite balance inherent to the tonalities of our world.
Eugénie Paultre was born in Paris in 1979. After studying and teaching philosophy for several years, she currently paints, writes and edits film. Her work is a constant exploration of the living forces driving our existence - poetry and colour as ways to bring out the ever reawakening resources of our fragmented lives. She has published the following works: L’état actuel des choses, Al Manar, 2012, Hiver, Editions Al Manar, 2013, Nous verrons bien, drawings Etel Adnan,Editions Moon Rainbow, 2013, En soi-même, Al Manar, 2016, Up, Al Manar 2019. Forward, Hans Ulrich Obrist & Eugenie Paultre, Manuella Editions (May 2019).
Eugénie Paultre - Untitled, 2017
46 x 38 cm, ink and pigment, Courtesy the artist and Gandy gallery
Looking, perceiving rapidly, consciously or not, a detail, an impression, a moment of calm, a fragment; and then I imagine that I am made up of all that, as if it were food. I assume that, like everyone, I am made up of everything: my entire environment, human beings, cities, trees, of everything and I assume that I am a translation in which everything is summarised, as if in a dot.
My experience is mine alone but coupled with the belief that it is the same for everyone, and that we are led to the same place; that our lives, despite their differing sinuous courses, run in the same direction.
Painting testifies to that.
How reassuring, restful it is, painting, like so many crucial friendships.
Ubi amor ibi fides (Where there is love, there is faith).
In essence, painting always forces us, one way or another, to think about what the ‘spiritual’, the ‘spirit’ means; Wassily Kandinsky (1866– 1944) and Paul Klee (1879–1940) told us that at the advent of modern painting. Art is the locus of hope and the realisation of that hope because it brings signs, proof of the true depth of humankind and what cannot be reduced to just humankind.
Painting is the poorest art form. A few coloured paints are all that is required, just like when we were children. It is secret, silent and docile, entrusted to the gaze that turns away. Always serving the raw materials but also perspective (width, length and depth); space that shrinks away as much as it creates order. That is all that painting is—a blank space full of vitality that absorbs all endeavours, deferring joy until later, at its peak. Contrary to appearances, a painting refuses comparisons with the sky, a colour, a form, a shadow, which always, one way or another, precedes it and fades away. Painting tries to catch hold of the invisible forces (what should they be called?) that invigorate life, as if seeking to hold water, which runs through your fingers. Whether painting is ‘abstract’ or ‘ figurative’, it is always the same love, the same dedication. Our true dimension is vast; painting accepts that with humility, an unavoidable sense of humility.
Coloured lines – their harmony, their encounter - in order to recover the natural hymn to colour and to feel the infinite balance inherent to the tonalities of our world.