Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

A silence is a spontaneous creation. A silence is a smooth wall of infinite height. The surface of a silence is like a mirror. A silence raises question marks. Behind a silence lies the reason that created it. Sometimes one silence gives rise to others. The longer a silence endures, the harder it becomes for its author to break it.

Sometimes in our lives, we face trials so intense that we no longer wish to express the colors, words, or melodies that bloom within us each day. Yet the surge of energy from our souls, brimming with love, cannot be permanently contained by the fragile, temporary dam of the mind, which eventually bursts forth under the sheer force of our creative beings...

I love watching her paint… The world shrinks to her canvas, her colors, and her brushes… Her painting is like a dream, a product of imagination. There is innocence, gentleness, and tenderness in her lines and colors. Her inner child is set free, expressing itself and becoming exalted… even when she paints melancholic scenes. In her, I find all the emotions I once felt while holding a paintbrush… I remember that sometimes, so absorbed in what I was doing, I would forget to eat. Creating allows you to live intensely in the present moment. You stop thinking; the past and the future no longer exist. Our ways of painting are very different… While she recreates an imagined, dreamlike world, I am content to magnify what I see… My tones lean toward primary colors, whereas she finds joy in muted hues. Each person paints uniquely… Each person is unique…