jerome karsenti

The painting lies within the paintbrush, seeking to come out of itself. It looks for the ebb, the flow and the tide; the ribbon, the physiognomy or the face; the coherence through which the line holds to the canvas – like the one which makes the wave in the middle of the sea; the tension which underlies every fold of the drape; the asymptotes of man and of the world in a painting always started anew. How does the flux hold to the canvas?