Friday, 30 October 2009

Word of the day

Here is word very special to me: not only do I love its meaning, but it has no equivalent in French. My inability to express as easily such an interesting concept in my mother thong gives it a charming aura of preciousness.

But enough said, there it is:

 I was travelling when I first encountered this word and it strongly attracted me. Its rhythm amused me and I tried to imagine what its meaning could be. I promessed myself to find the signification of such a musical word when I would be home, but I soon forgot. Yesterday night, I was reading when the mysterious word appeared once more, and this time there was no reason to prolong further my ignorance.

Wikipedia says it can be traduced by the expression "Heureux hasard" (fortunate chance), while my Harrap's french-english dictionnary says that it means "le don de faire des trouvailles", which I may traduce more or less correctly by "the gift of making lucky finds".  Is it not an essential gift for an artist?     

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Source of inspiration of the day: Chatchai Puipia

I love the auto-portraits painted by Chatchai Puipia, an artist from Thailand.  The violent feelings are depicted with so much sincerity and intensity that it is hard to support his gaze, but still, I am overwelmed by the complex beauty of these paintings.  
Chatchai Puipia, "Siamese Smile: May I Come In?" 
1995, Oil on canvas, 200 x 220cm, collection of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Tokyo (MOT)

Chatchai Puipia, "Siamese Smile", 1995

The small and abundant lines create a movement that echos the instability conveyed by the anguished gaze and the forced grin. Meanwhile, the bright colours and flowery surroundings intensify by contrast the pain expressed by his facial features, the composition resulting in a beautiful torment.

I have not been able to find the title of the first painting yet, if you can identify it, let me know.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Dream dream dream

I spend a lot of time daydreaming, but my dreaming activity is also very intense at night.  Each morning, I remember many of the dreams I had and I try to find out how my mind created them.

Last night, I dreamt of a rocky beach and of a great whale coming on the sand very near me before returning to the sea. Those images were most probably coming from the breathtaking landscapes of the Bic National Park, where I saw a whale some weeks ago. It was really unexpected, I had been told that there was only one whale near the park and that chances to see it were slim. I enjoyed this surprise without trying to take a picture, because I knew that it would ruin the moment to try to capture it... and I would never have succeeded.

The moment now lives in my mind, as my dream proved me last night. And for your mind, here are some of the pictures I took while I was at the Bic.


If you are interested in the park, you may visit the site

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Halloween is coming!

Such a delicious Halloween treat: Tim Burton inspired pictures by one of my favourite photographers, Tim Walker.

These images are appearing in Harper's Bazaar (, but you may also find them on Tim Walker's site, ( .

Monday, 26 October 2009

Welcome to Sublime Frivolité!

My name is Andréanne and I hope you will enjoy your stay in my world of sublime frivolity. Since I am francophone, let me first beg you pardon for all the mistakes I will most certainly make.

When I was very young, I thought being a fairy would be my future profession. Time passed, and becoming an artist seemed a perfect way to achieve my wish of infinite creativity. Everything appeared possible to those who invested themselves in Art, a world that I believed to have no boundaries other than those of your own imagination.

But as I made my way to become a professional artist, I experienced a profound disillusion: artists, very often, are not as free as they seem. In their recent quest to prove the value of art by a differentiation from other creative activities, artists have become afraid of references to illustration, design and fashion, among others. By wanting to take a step back from society to find their own way, many artists isolate themselves from what they consider to be insignificant forms of creativity. Superficial, basely popular and frivolous I have heard branded these.

I have had enough of this seriousness in the art community I know. I'm weary of this lack of liberty and I claim the right to love beauty and creativity in all its forms. Of course, Sublime frivolité has by no mean the pretension to revolutionize the world of art. It is only a refuge to shamelessly enjoy and to humbly share the sources of inspiration enriching my creativity.

If you feel sublimely frivolous, it would be a pleasure to receive your constructive comments and suggestions.