| • "To write some impressions on my?uvre devoted to the cat, here is an extremely difficult thing for me. If I could write, that would be known and so some have this facility in more of that to draw, it is unfortunately not my case. My expression only passes by the brush and I hate to entrust the emotions which I live with my fabric. I have this intimate need for the secrecy of the jealous lover: the?uvre remains with me, even at the others. But doesn't the cat, object of our common admiration, deserve this effort of my share? Here thus some lines which will perhaps reveal why I devote myself to the "King of the Kings". ... Pourquoi does one paint? I wonder it tous.les.jours. This futile activity has apparently interest only for the artist. However if the result is appreciated so much, it is that a great number of people is found in the image interpreted at the point to wish it. I think that it is necessary to see in painting a refuge, a construction of a world where reality is only dream. It is to create its universe, its climate, its atmosphere, to protect itself from the swirl of the life. Moreover shouldn't one see the success of art there there? This artifice, this support with the escape are in fact a rest of the spirit. The poets of the color remember the child that they were. This oneiric world is only one continuation of feelings, love, distress and aspiration to the absolute, which explode as by magic. Some will speak about gift. But I more emulously believe to communicate, of saying, to shout, to be spread out, to strip themselves, of this need to paint which submerges your everyday life. Creation is this thirst to exist, to remain beyond death, but it is as the sour criticism of a world as one wishes differently. This perfection, I imagined it and found in the symbol of the cat which came to lend "strong leg to me". By its grace, it is for me, the image even of the woman. It moves like a mannequin from Dior, hums to you to make believe that you are to be most important for it of his life, and is the eternal female when its languorous glance rocks in yours. The popular jargon, in its sometimes dared wisdom, was not mistaken there. Its independence is legendary and sied so well with these injuries! As for them, it is necessary for us to reconquer them tous.les.jours. As for the philosopher who it is, we know it all since Bouddha. Privileged companion of the writer, it does not have the anguish of the white page. He ruminates his reflexion inlassablement and entrusts it, sometimes, parsimoniously, by some escaped gold reflections of its entrebaîllées eyelids, bound for rare initiates. The cat appears so well the femininity which one would wish that it in general symbolizes also the human being, but indisputably the man is only one pale reflection of this alive God. And if some land devotes their life or them to him?uvre, it is only one thin compensation for those which "take care" on us since the night of times. As you note it, the perfection is of this world. Is still necessary it "to close" the eyes to see it. Me, I found my MUSE and you?... Félinement yours. Bernard Vercruyce |
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