RITUAL

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RITUEL

egg tempera and resinous oil (amber) on panel
2001 - 190 x 260 mm

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When I returned the last weekend to collect my works from a show in Lamballe, Bretagne, Yvon, the organiser, told me this work (and a few others) had been sold. The buyer of this painting, he said, was a young woman, and she wanted to meet me before the show was over.
I first went to say hello to the sea, and spent half a day there watching the clouds and the waves, taking some pictures and simply breathing, watching the waves and the ever-changing clouds. Shortly after noon I went back to Lamballe where the show was held. Later that afternoon he presented me to the the buyer of this Ritual.

This was its first exhibition, and I did feel a bit sad about the probability of never seeing it again. She stood there and didn't say a word. So I tried to break the ice and started to talk a bit about the painting and the triple Goddess. She looked at me and replied she knew, and that no words were necessary. She just looked at me, I looked at her, and then, suddenly, she said thank you and turned away. And there I stood, with my mind filled with all the usual chit-chat explanations of that painting of mine. I prefer not to talk too muych about my works, but at openings it's often necessary, and people merit honest contact. After all, they took the time to come to the show. I never saw her again. But she made a lasting impression, and I sense she sensed more than I ever could have explained.
People from the big cities like me are far more talkative (a defence system?) than people who live in rural communities, or perhaps alone.
Which reminds me of the following Japanese story:

A man who is friends with a sage asks another friend of his if he would be interested in go watching the sunrise with him and the sage. They'd have to leave in the middle of the night because the chosen spot was quite a walk away. He agrees, and very early the next morning they start their walk in absolute silence. The silence around them is pure, nature divine and they walk on, and on, and on. Silently. And when hours later they arrive at the chosen spot, they wait in silence for the sun to rise. It's an exceptional sunrise, and the invited man exclaims his admiration
by stating how beautiful it is.
And later on they return. In silence. They first arrive at the home of the invited friend who bows and enters his house.
The other two continue their walk, and when they arrive at the sage's home, he says to his friend : "I do not want to insult you my friend, but I would prefer it if you didn't invite that man anymore. He's too talkative."