Tensione evolutiva

It takes rain, wind, and blood in my veins
And blood in my veins
And a reason to live
To lift my eyelids
And not stay and feel sorry for myself
And fall in love every day, every hour
Every day, every hour, more

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Contact, clash, opposite,contrary, addition, negation.
Circle, vortex, an essence of emotions in a direct writing style straight in relation with itself.
An agglomerate of feelings, a fantastic landscape where hopes and depressions die while memories live again.
Emotion turns into colour, disclousing what i feel.

I am.

Incontrovertibly.

The colour feeds the soul and the soul learns again to feed the body through a deep world made of dark corners and light waves that, over the years, give back the life.

This is my painting.

Sylvie Renault’s painting.

Artist of Imperfect Circles.
Imperfect painter, Imperfect woman that chose the strictest among all the techniques, not to chase the perfection but to emphatize the imperfection.

On my canvas, as in the life, mistakes are not cancelled or disguised.
Neither stressed.
Simply accepted.
And, by accepting them they become the main value of the work, as in the life itself.
Because to make mistake means to live.
And only the experience gives back what the mind mislead.

Feeling in love with my circles, you will feel in love with yourselves.
Because I am telling about everyone.
About all of us, so perfectly imperfect.