Biography
"Place of childhood fears where one would have been lost. You must hold the banister and plunge into the dark. “To go into the dark with you, how it was soft, Lorellou!” “Nature is a temple where living pillars/ Sometimes let out confused words.” The equivalent and concomitant figures of the nave and the forest are a two-sided map turning like an hourglass. They are the obligatory bipolarities, like the whore and the madonna of popular mona lisas.
Florence’s painting keeps the memory of religious iconography. But in the fashion of brutal reminiscence. According to an imagination completely stripped of details. The forests and the vaults become actions. She is the occupier. When the autobiographical allusion ends, it is because she is reacting within. Without retrospection. She advances inside without a mirror because there is no longer face nor narrative. She has chosen a scale that breaths, where she is both the lost and the found. The empty places leave her a place." Frederic Valabregue (extrait)
