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On the way to Visionism - 1985\/90<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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White canvas, rolled up. A light and very dry wood. Stretcher. I assemble the grid, staple the linen. \u201cShe\u201d looks like a drum. I look at \u201cher\u201d in profile: I don't want hidden wrinkles or folds on the plain white. I smell it with a deep delicious and wistful inspiration, and let my fingertips run free on this vegetal skin. I take measures with my eyes closed, by heart: I hug \u201cher\u201d tenderly.<\/p>

She is now on the floor, waiting for me with the excitement of a lover. I grab the oil tubes of the colors that are burning my in heart, and squeeze them, with lust, into a bottle where I add the seminal essences needed to artistic conception, and fertilize it with a manly, orgasmic, natural, spontaneous gesture.\nThe various colors I choose spread in spasmodic convulsions, in a wild ecstasy, announcing a kaleidoscope of infinite combinations in all chromatic shapes and sizes.\nI then purify everything with water and walk away, wheezing. I say goodbye to this dripping achievement, reluctantly though, and wait a few hours \/ days until the act dries up and gains consistency.<\/p>

I return back to \u201cher\u201d with so much nostalgia that I quick start scanning \u201cher\u201d body, shamelessly, in the four possible ways allowed by the rectangular or the square where \u201cshe\u201d lays: I rotate the canvas on the easel. Up, down and sideways.<\/p>

I do not know what I\u2019m looking at. I almost close my eyes and try to have a glimpse through my eyelashes. I allow perception and synthesis to work together\u2026and suddenly I see! There it is, right in the middle of everything, disguised by deceptive border colors.<\/p>

I discovered the theme of my new painting! I discovered the design of it!
Now I have to isolate it, integrate it on her\u2019s colored siblings. I grab the brushes and stroke the contours. I develop the theme until it grows older: it speaks already.
I then take her to the old Masters school and hide her from the tempting dangers of easy fashions along the way. I give her a name and I hope she will get married. If necessary, I expose her to the world.
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