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12 | Caty BANNEVILLE

Gel sur la rive 3
90 x 90

Between shadows and reflections, the artist is on the shimmering depths of the mirror showed to her
the lookout for the slightest vibrations of the wor- every day in the bounding river nearby. Unsurprisingly,
ld. It would appear that the landscape is always wel- poetry plays an important part in the artist’s perso-
come at her table. It lets itself be caressed by the nal life, bubbling up from those slight flutters that
eyes, assuming a particular colour at each season. can be perceived only by the heart, which is always
After the blooming of tender greens with their host one step ahead. Caty BANNEVILLE’s world celebrates
of silky nuances comes the bright, heady yellow of the inherent grace of flowers, the lightness of stems
rapeseed, followed by the celestial and purifying stirred by the breath of the breeze, and the countless
blue of flax, the soft amber dance of grasses (orchard gurglings of springs in a portrait of eternity. It has the
grass, fescue, bluegrass and wild oats), the intoxica- radiant and regenerative sensuality of transience and
ting purples of autumn and then the heavy silence of the elusive quality of temporality. Gazing at her field
snow, where twigs and delicate bird footprints evoke of rapeseed, the observer has the feeling of being im-
a hopping calligraphic script from far Eastern shores. mersed in a powdery bath of pollen, as though the
It is no longer clear whether it is Caty creating the pigments that she grinds were rising into the atmos-
artwork or the artwork bringing her into being. For phere without her knowing, like a perfume dissolving
her, painting represents a constant spiritual jour- the chains of time. A fragrance that gives you wings. I
ney, a way of recognising the reassuring presence of could conclude this appraisal by saying that, for me,
things, of penetrating into the thickness of water and Caty BANNEVILLE is a great painter.
Luis PORQUET, writer, art critic