Original artwork description:

Since anything, a table cloth, rotting oranges, spiderweb can be called "Art", you feel the pressure as an artist dealing with the art of painting, as a painter in fine art to know where you belong. Do i share the same historical corpus? Do i share the same values, the same origine? Why is it that in the name of art, a "story", a more or less good "story", "story telling" became the ground for art if not the art itself replacing :"l'oeuvre", the work of art which was as far as i know -since the beguining of humanity THERE before anyone decide to call it Art? Why not looking it anymore for what it is, there in front of us? - does it lack something that we feel the need to load it with extra-significances from the language sphere? With this frame of mind, to answer this state of things i decided to use the name of an artist, the way it is readable in his signature something extra-personal the proof of his art and existence and to treat it as a formal object to be included in one of my painting. Of course i remain answerable to painting on the threshold of painting, creating with this item a work of art that matches with and clearly belongs to the others i made so far, as in CQFD 04 - Deuxième époque - Odilon Redon - vert.

Materials used:

Acryl paint, canvas, wooden strecher, light varnish and string.

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