Many years ago, one of the women I have admired and loved the most, my grandmother, gave me a tablecloth as a present. It was made of white candid cotton, very pleasant at the touch and beautifully embroidered. I loved it at first sight. Thus, I used it, once in Brussels, on the occasion of special dinners with friends.
Many years have passed and many things have changed. The spots of red wine, coffee and food have been populating the candid tablecloth leaving as a trace the good memories of joyful dinners and lunches with my dearest ones.
My grandmother is not there anymore but the tablecloth still is.
Many of the things I paint come from the recollection of the moments spent with her when I was a kid. I have then decided to keep that old and dirty tablecloth and use it while painting as a way of keeping grandma close to me. She is the only one witnessing the creative process behind my artworks, from beginning to end. She protects my paintings from the direct Sun light before they are sealed, she absorbs the excess of the pigments I apply and the drops of water leaking from my brushes. She is with me anytime.
The Accessible Art Fair in Brussels has just ended. The experience was very positive on many levels. First of all, the exposure to a diversified artistic environment. Many were the artists coming from abroad showcasing a wide range of interesting compositions, reflection of how different sensibility and vision may be. Very interesting as well the interaction with the audience visiting the fair, ranging from experts to art-lovers. This is magic about Art. Art does not require anyone to be necessarily an artist to be able to love it. Many are the potential roles that one can play in art: art-collector, art-dealer, art-curator, art-critic, art-gallerist etc. A mixed crowd like this meant also a difference in terms of taste. I loved observing people's behavior in front of the artworks, their remarks, their questions, their correct or wrong assumptions, their assertiveness, their doubts but especially their curiosity. Many the questions about my "état d'esprit " when painting some of the showcased artworks, my feelings, inspiration and hidden messages. I enjoyed playing with some visitors cross-checking with them what the artworks meant to them before providing any explanation. Some clearly saw what I truly had felt when painting them. Some others saw things I never meant, finding their own connections to the artwork which makes clear that an explanation from the artist is not necessarily due :-) Art is free. The observer sees in the artwork what he/she wants to see. Even the artist cannot control the response on the observer's emotional level as this is a true secret garden. A scene may mean nothing to some people and a lot to others.
This experience made me think also about how lucky I am to have found so cheerful artists around me. Being in contact for 4 days made of us an International family. I enjoyed talking to them, exchanging views and opinions and what is left is a constructive feeling of having built new stimulating connections. New ideas for artistic co-shared projects have popped up and Time will show the results.
Family (the biological and acquired one) and friends were also there to support me and share the joy of such an important chapter of my artistic path.
I feel blessed.