Abstraction
French Poem
Il y aura des taches de couleur qui vous irriteront de douceur
Des éclats fulgurants de lumière
Inventés par la folle visionnaire
De l’esprit épris d’Alchimie
Par des pinceaux jouant la bigamie
Des brouillaminis désunis
Par des vernissages finis et infinis
De drôles de dessins sibyllins
De significations terriennes orphelins
Des élans souvent désopilants
D’une âme aux regards ensorcelants
Un grain de génie fervent
Qui jette son espoir au Vent
Daughter of fire and sun,
It’s a kind of polyphonic painting, grave and subdued, as bright as a Moroccan earthenware pigmented with Marrakechsun, as cold as the polar mist of a Norwegian morning.
Daughter of the fire and the sun, priestress of a barbarian wedding where the magic weapon would be cast in the forge to cut up the real and then put it back together again on the canvas in a blazing but also sharp and nervous movement elaborately worked to the end of an exhausting night.
Odile Dhorme has been painting since she realized how vital it is for her internal music, for her balance as an artist but also as a committed woman . She isn’t an art activist, she is only uncompromising with her movements whatever the price to pay
A rebellious nature which reminds us just like Klee or Kandinsky after the Bauhaus, that music is everywhere.
She paints on Dead Can Dance, ethnic music, with few songs, no diva, nothing useless or easy. It is a very demanding polyphony which doesn’t hide anything behind a verbiage of colours with its hackneyed pouncing patterns, it’s kind of art for art’s sake.
