L'arbre de vie / The tree of life (2021) Painting by Émilie Pauly
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About our fine printsUn arbre de vie surgit en haut d'une montagne, donnant naissance à un petit être bourgeon. Deux immenses branches de cet arbre magique entourent le nouveau-né. Telles des cantatrices, elles lui chantent des airs d'opéra tout en lui chatouillant les oreilles de leurs longues langues serpentines. Leurs têtes sont ornées de lyres, de clés de sol et de notes de musique animées. Les deux branches, qui chantent et dansent, portent des jarres remplies d'eau, dont elles s'arrosent et arrosent le pied de l'arbre qui les porte. En se déversant, les jarres intarissables font naître une cascade qui coule jusqu'au bas de la montagne, formant un étang turquoise. Deux voiliers blancs s'apprêtent à descendre les rapides. Dans le ciel, le jaillissement de l'arbre de vie et la naissance du petit être bourgeon sont vécus comme une fête. À droite, le soleil sourit. Ses rayons font jaillir un papillon dont les ailes, telles des cornes d'abondance, laissent échapper des étoiles. À gauche, deux abeilles gourmandes se préparent à festoyer. En haut de la montagne, un drôle de personnage joue les équilibristes sur son monocycle. Au bas du tableau, l'ambiance est un peu plus calme : les souris et les étoiles, faisant preuve de plus de retenue, plus pudiques, craignent de trop manifester leur enthousiasme. Les souris aimeraient pourtant bien se baigner dans l'eau de l'étang, dans l'eau de la vie ! Les oiseaux les y aident en les "découvrant" malgré elles.
Gouache on cardboard.
A tree of life emerges at the top of a mountain, giving birth to a little budding being. Two huge branches of this magical tree surround the newborn. Like opera singers, they sing opera arias and tickle the baby's ears with their long, serpentine tongues. Their heads are adorned with lyres, treble clefs and animated musical notes. The two branches, singing and dancing, carry jars filled with water, which they pour over themselves and the base of the tree that s them. As the water spills out of the jars, it creates a waterfall that flows down the mountain, forming a turquoise pond. Two white sailboats prepare to descend the rapids. In the sky, the sprouting of the tree of life and the birth of the little budding being are experienced as a celebration. To the right, the sun smiles. Its rays bring forth a butterfly whose wings, like horns of plenty, let out stars. To the left, two greedy bees prepare to feast. At the top of the mountain, a strange figure balances on his unicycle. At the bottom of the painting, the atmosphere is a little calmer: the mice and stars, more restrained and modest, are afraid to show their enthusiasm too much. But the mice would love to bathe in the water of the pond, in the water of life! The birds help them by "discovering" them in spite of themselves.
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A self-taught artist, I started painting around ten years ago, shortly after my son was born.
What led me to painting? Essentially the need to escape a boring working life, to reconnect with my childhood dreams at a time when I'd lost my way, and the desire to bring fantasy to everyone (young and old). I was fascinated by the magnificent illustrations I'd discovered in the children's books I'd read to my son, and I'd wanted to create my own images, my own paintings, that would tell the story of my inner world, my dreams, my fantasies, my ideals. I wanted to paint what moved me so that I'd never forget it, so that I'd have a memory of it that I could on and communicate.
When I create characters in pencil, I never know in advance what I'm going to draw. I let my hand go and then I see what appears. I like not knowing where my gesture is going to take me. I like to be surprised by what emerges from the first strokes of my pencil. I have the pleasant impression of accessing something of myself that had been lost (in my subconscious or in my distant memories, who knows?).
When I've collected a large enough number of pencil drawings, I look for the ones that could be put together in the same scene, the characters who could have adventures together in the same painting. I spend a lot of time creating these compositions. Once I've worked out which characters have something to say to each other and what setting they could be in, I start painting. I always paint my background first (a natural landscape) and then insert my characters. Everything is done in gouache.
Painting and drawing seemed to me to be more reliable means of expression than texts and speeches. As a linguist by training, I spent a long time working on words and the construction of meaning when I was preparing my doctoral thesis. The polysemy in languages can be so dizzying! Although I'm always sensitive to the poetry of literary works and the beauty of well-crafted arguments, I'm now less moved by them than by the poetry or beauty of images. Words, sometimes misleading or a source of misunderstanding, never colourful enough or on the contrary too saturated, can't do everything. When we no longer know what to say or how to say it, when words fail us, when silence imposes itself, painting, sculpture, music or dance can take over, for the pleasure of all.
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- Date of birth : 1977
- Artistic domains: Works by professional artists,
- Groups: Contemporary French Artists
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