Françoise Cullet artiste peintre

Somewhere in its history there are cliffs, caves, clay. It seeks the gesture when it loses when it invented. She stalking and arises out of the blue, she extricates herself from the right gesture. His breath alters, rushes. The moment is sacred. The breath is not it inspiration? She invents (or finds) always other gestures. The same. At the moment it is the quality of the gesture that matters. She does not paint with the hand. I mean, it involves her whole body. Some who saw him painting said, "but it's the sanse!" ... Dance is sometimes slow, sometimes bright. As it is necessary. She wants to look at his painting your body starts to move. So little that it is. This little s'apelle the emotion. She would wake up your excitement.

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