BIOGRAPHIE
JULE.PEINTURES
Last exhibition : ART FAIR ART PARIS – LE GRAND PALAIS
Galerie Berès – Paris 7 eme France.
J U L E paints to capture her memories on canvas. Loss has been a defining element of her existence and therefore of her artistic journey. Her life was not shaped by those who brought her into the world. So how can she hold on to this world , these moments, these images, these emotions that have become blurred, deep within herself?
How could she capture what she had lost?
What was the point if all that remained was absence and the burden of nothingness, too heavy to bear?
She paints what she has forgotten, an infantile amnesia that remains like a blurred image, a liminal space of memory.
She had to lay down what she had lost within herself, paint the absence that reinforces her presence in the world. She lets what remains escape by transposing her sensations and perceptions onto the canvas so as not to lose what little remains. She then thinks of Plato's metaphor of the block of wax, where the soul is an impenetrable material that retains memories and transforms the imprint left by sensations.
She is what she has perceived, she is what she has forgotten, she is what she has lost.
She is an artist who dares to say, “I don't know, I've forgotten.” To quote Soulages, she would say that what she does teaches her what she is looking for. This work with matter that recovers, digests, and stabilizes.
She is sure of nothing; when she paints, she explores, she searches, and she sometimes finds things that speak to her, that tell her who she is, without really knowing who she is. She embraces this ignorance. Isn't it in the things that escape us that we are transformed?
Much later, culture, beauty, and painting became a comfort. She began to paint, as if driven by an urgent need to express something without having the words to do so. She painted a lot in black and white, a contrast that helps to see more clearly. We make a decision and we are satisfied, we dispel the darkness. She sought light for years through these two colors that are not colors. I have never feared black, I have never feared white. Between the two, there is light. On her first canvases, a window, an opening to let in fresh air. This painting that pulled her out of the darkness.
The thickness of the material between the surface of the canvas and her, absorbing the excess of chaos. She kneads the paste to give it relief. Her relief, the one that haunts her nights and makes her days bearable. Her awareness comes in the moment, the very moment she applies the material. This material receives her sensations and deposits them, imbued with her existence. Sometimes the unexpected appears, between shadows and light, colors and materials. She experiments to structure herself when words struggle to come and when the thickening appears, then the calm is there, she continues.
This is her silent language, that of images that leave traces. In her studio-laboratory, she experiments, tests materials and tools, and expresses herself on large formats that invite us to see big and immerse ourselves in a space of freedom that is dear to her. Then there are pauses. She draws lines to avoid losing her footing, a continuous line that curves, rises, and avoids angles. She no longer goes to the line and no longer thinks about erasing. She follows her path. Despite her cracks and fragilities, she finds meaning in other beginnings. This beginning dislodges her despair and nourishes her successive births.
“But we always continue, almost in spite of ourselves, even in the heart of the hurricane, to hope for the clarity of the morning, the new light of a new beginning.”
1.Claire, MARIN, Les débuts – Paris, Autrement, 2023, p.180
She continues to search to dive inside, and for some time now, she has been discovering flat areas of color. She seeks rigor in forms and strength in colors. Rhythm as a newfound life. The fragility of tone to treat a landscape that exists only in her mind. She describes her imagination, catches her breath to wander a little further...and dares to look at her painted memories. This material allows her to express forms, and this light seduces and disturbs her at the same time, like a new encounter.
She creates her own images, her own symbols through artistic expression.
The exuberance of her spirit and the depth of her soul encourage this creation, like a river that flows endlessly, like a cloud that drifts away and returns again and again. She draws on her emotions, she plunges into her thoughts and emerges transformed.
J U L E - Brigitte Brunet Waterlot
Painter
born on 09/09/1971 in Murat (03)- FRANCE
