Why the female figure fascinates me is hard to tell. I don't have a rational answer ready. The paintings of women challenge me from the start, a bit like setting a stage where everything is possible and anything could happen. There is tension between reason and feeling. I start by making a first brushstroke. Then the hunting of what can't be hunted begins. The focus becomes sharper. The real adventure is when I don't know where I go, when I don't see anything. Then comes an important moment where there is a kind of participation of the canvas itself. Colors appear, light emerges, and the figure enters.
Stillness starts to speak to me in the paintings of women. I blend the colors, scratching the surface with my palette knife until the unseen becomes Visible. It is challenging and enigmatic to me.
I stand in front of the paintings of women and then I get drawn in and am surrounded by whispers of the great Greek women Helena, Penelope, Cassandra and Antigone. Those women give me their visual poetry. It is about beauty, pain, longing and waiting. It’s about silent wishes and hidden treasures.
The quest to go against the order, following your inner radar. It’s about feelings. You can sense them in your body. There they are, unfolding, still nameless...
Armand Campi