Virtual Expo © Roland THERON
Lao sur la montagne…
The shade of time
Born at the foot of the lapiaz of Vercors, I ran in every corner of
the world since more than a quarter of century. A camera in the hand.
In a ceaseless quest of image and sounds. The real bulimia. I am a
fanatic of the sight, the screen, centring the world and my fellow men
permanently … In parallel in this work of captation of moving pictures
aimed at well known formats, I always explored the ways of the
abstraction. An abstraction built from real sources, from materials
brought back in the bag, or sampled in an instant, on the spot, as a
global collection of fragments of time.
My pallet they are all the colors of the world. A silk quibbles, an
Inuit sunrise, the transparency of a sari, a Chilean bark, African
night, an Australian desert, the light about the towers of Manhattan or
Tokyo … The desert, the mountains, the oceans, the forests, upset me.
Every dumping in landscapes which seem intact since the origin of the
world - if one you know how to appreciate it in the just value -
transforms you deep down in your heart. But also all the urban
universe, its reflections, its vibration, its tempo. The landscapes of
high mountains were source of inspiration. Always beautiful, never
similar. What could be more short-lived than the light, because it is
permanently transformed ? I am fascinated by the short-lived, the
nomadism, the unfinished, the movement, the processing.
At first, there is thus this abstraction fed by this ceaseless
collection of " samples " pictures in the global scale. Then it is
necessary to play in time. Look at what each can see, by directing his
look, to transcend the common in exceptional. Isolate supernatural
parts, work again them in multilayers. Explore and combine various
techniques: compositing, acrylic, pastel, digital paint. In a ceaseless
round trip between material and pixels. The ambition is to offer a
poetry of moment. A kind of haiku contemporary picture. A poetic flash.
To the antipodes of the
posture of dark artist, my work on the abstraction is rather a joyful
exploration. In splits, in a state of opening to the world and
permanent curiosity. As an attempt to seize the short-lived beauty of
the world. In the present, let us disregard barriers and waits of the
better next day: our world builds itself today, in the everyday life of
what we are collectively capable of building. The beauty saves the