Jardins Secrets
Painting serie on cotton / Spring 204
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Each image is a visual poem composed of hieroglyphs collected through research and experimentation. Each symbol and form celebrates the blending of cultures, establishing a dialogue between past and present. The repetition of a symbolic vocabulary constitutes an artistic discipline, reinterpreting ancient motifs to address contemporary issues.
Drawing becomes the silent language of my inner self, translating into lines and curves my moments of wonder, challenges overcome and dreams to be pursued. Poetry mingles with color, creating a personal emotional language, inviting the viewer to decipher my drawings as enigmas. Modularity is a tool for creative exploration, where each shape becomes a piece of a grand construction set. This exhibition invites us to explore the richness of our cultural heritage while reflecting on our identity and place in the modern world, demonstrating that art transcends temporal and geographical boundaries
Catalog on request — berenicemilon@gmail.com
Cher univers,
Le Printemps est gris
Je pleurs quand je regarde les infos
L’humain est capable du pire
Ça ne m’étonne même plus.
Je peins pour passer le temps
Pour trouver un sens à mes images
Des paysages où la lune devient fruit
Des marées de bleu sur du coton tendu
Je remets ma vie
Dans des cartons
A la recherche de toujours plus de douceurs
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Dear Universe,
Spring is grey.
I cry when I watch the news.
Humankind is capable of the worst —
I’m not even surprised anymore.
I paint to pass the time,
To find meaning in my images.
Landscapes where the moon turns to fruit,
Tides of blue on stretched cotton.
I pack my life
Into boxes,
In search of ever more softness.
