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SUMMARY WAY BIOGRAPHY THE WHITES EXHIBITION WHITES BOOKBINDING DECORATION
WHITES SPIRITS MAIL-ART ARIANESPACE PAINTING-MUSIC THE AMEDEOS
EXHIBITION / INCROYABLE MAIS BLANC DICTIONARY / LE BLANC PRESS THE PELERIN EXHIBITION / UN BLANC HAUT EN COULEURS THE IN SPIRIT
les Whites Spirits
 
 
EXHIBITION Paris France, November 1997
 
photo Stéphane Lequeurre / Photo Copyright (c) 1997 prohibited reproduction without prior approval
 
les Whites Spirits
 

 

Since his first " White Spirit " composition in 1997,

O.Mérijon has demonstrated his graphic and pictorial

determination when treating the geometry of space.

This is the path which directs his painting at present.

His compositions are moving and compel us to look.

There is the feeling of being drawn into a white galaxy,

a close dazzling horizon.Immediately, faces appear,

turn towards the sky and imbibe the silence.

It is as if they are suspended

and seem to move forward and their world is different.

O.Mérijon has his own style of painting

the expression of an interior vision

and his testimony is distinctive

and engenders a new form.

A.P.

 

This period of "Whites Spirits"

influenced the direction

of my painting today.

intallation

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photos Laetitia

 

 

Les "Whites Spirits"

are composed diagonally.

They denote man who recognises himself

in these abstract fragments

 

these lines in space.

watercolour

 

" WHITE-SPIRIT "

A face seemingly uplifted, suspended but with features that are too harsh. And then another above it. Two faces with features that are too harsh. But so white yet so gentle in their movement. WHITE SPIRITS, so heavy and yet so light. White spirits, so present yet volatile. Like a mobile, they are weightless, clinging to a line, hanging from a thread. Swinging, swaying, and as if uplifted, suspended, there is a third, back to front. But which, even only with one eye, follows the others, follows the movement. Finally, elsewhere they will disappear completely, able perhaps to evaporate, become diluted in this expanse of petrol blue, from indigo to purple, this vertical horizon, this sky which everything moves towards, leaving behind places which are known, which are felt to have been inhabited before. And still a presence. But when they are there, they leave us speechless, they seem gigantic - we imagined them bigger -. Like an iceberg, they have weight and they float, a mass of ice detached from the ice cap, they float without drifting, in accordance with their current, and in profile, half submerged, a hidden face is envisaged, a desire, a dream in secret: and this is why they seem to be heard to talk (to each other). They ask themselves, they meet, they become tangled and they knock into each other, move apart always seeking a route. Yet whether it is a matter of weightlessness or weight, whether they let themselves be uplifted or whether they are attracted, the WHITE SPIRITS always move in this blue horizon towards this sky, and even within themselves, piercing their face, is still a mobile, triangular, an arrow through them: the desire to be elsewhere, the dream of a world where everything dances, the hidden side which gives them life. And in this white space, levelled out, peopled with other faces, the sensation of discovering another world, of surprising beings, the impression of watching them live. But more astonishingly, that of feeling oneself observed.


Amaury,
november 1997.

 
 
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