It feels like a funeral. LE BAR DES AMOURS is quitting the studio to reach its final destination: London. The artwork has been conceived as a project taking a long time. I sketched the scene in August last year and started painting it only after many months. For a long while it stayed like a sketch on a canvas, hidden behind other canvas in my studio. I loved sketching it while traveling in the States but, for a long time, I was unable to be the visionary I usually am, projecting in my mind the finished result. I usually see my paintings as they eventually look before they even exist. It did not work for this one.
It took more than 6 months to finally have that vision in a supermarket while shopping for my grocery. I suddenly decided the technique and the colors to play with. Once I started painting it, I could not stop. It went fast and it was like painting without effort. My hand moved as it knew perfectly where to go without any hesitation. I completed it just in time to send it to the frame-shop and equip it with a charming old-fashion frame which suits its atmosphere and essence before my last expo. In April, I proudly exhibited the artwork in Brussels being it, in my eyes, one of the key-pieces of my solo exhibition itself. I am seduced by its colors and the blurred effects of the characters, their clothes, their conversations that I could even hear while painting it.
After the exhibition, I decided to hang it on the nicest wall of my studio where it has been shining day and night for a while…. a short while…. a while shorter than expected as someone has also fallen in love with it. This someone sounds like the right person for this artwork. The way he looked at it the day he came to the studio made me think immediately that there was a clear connection between them. This is just magic. Le Bar des Amours will move to London leaving me with very mixed feelings. I am happy for the owner but this morning I felt like deep pain in my chest while wrapping it, the same pain we feel when we get separated from a person we love, being afraid we will not see him/her anymore, the same pain a mother feels when she is separated from the creature she gave birth to.
Guess I should think of something else and clear out the bitter from my heart thinking we will meet again one day when I don't expect it.