On the phone a few days ago, while chatting with a friend about painting, he mentioned, in the course of the conversation, Aurélie Nemours. Well well! It had been ages since I’d heard that name. As always, ever on the lookout, the moment I heard it I launched into a search — which, in this digital age, naturally proceeds at a maddeningly fast and exciting pace, doesn’t it? Aurélie Nemours. What a palette! By the way, shamelessly plagarized ever since. She didn’t care, I reckon. Fascinating, in any case, to see her refusal to be confined to a ‘style’ or a formula that would have guaranteed her run-of-the-mill success. But as she says in an interview, she never painted to exhibit. The moral of the story: “I paint what I want, when I want, and whether you like it or not, it doesn’t matter.” Doesn’t matter in relation to what? To painting itself. Straight away, an image springs to mind:

 

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