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Lot Essay
"Je commence à me séparer du paysage, à le voir. Je m'en dégage avec cette première esquisse, ces lignes géologiques. La géométrie, mesure de la terre. Une tendre émotion me prend. Des racines de cette émotion monte la sève, les couleurs. Une sorte de délivrance. Le rayonnement de l'âme, le regard, le mystère extériorisé, l'échange entre la terre et le soleil, l'idéal et la réalité, les couleurs!"
“I’m starting to detach from the landscape, to see it. I’m disengaging myself from it with this first draft, these geological lines. Geometry, measure of the earth. Tender emotion fills me. The roots of this emotion makes sap and colours rise. A kind of deliverance. The radiance of the soul, the gaze, an externalized mystery, the exchange between the earth and the sun, the ideal and the real, the colours!”
Josef Sima
“I’m starting to detach from the landscape, to see it. I’m disengaging myself from it with this first draft, these geological lines. Geometry, measure of the earth. Tender emotion fills me. The roots of this emotion makes sap and colours rise. A kind of deliverance. The radiance of the soul, the gaze, an externalized mystery, the exchange between the earth and the sun, the ideal and the real, the colours!”
Josef Sima