At a time when history seems to stammer in
conflicts and cataclysms of another age,
the paintings draw up a report of this chaos. In a coloured spectrum
an original history is mixed with an ideal landscape. "... I dream of
pastures after the
bomb, pastures exposed to atomic radiation, sick, mutant creatures
between gods and humans; between beliefs and realities."
it is promised
"I believe things turned out badly. There is a story, or myth of
origin which does
not go. Perhaps the tree is badly placed, or the man
is too small, or objects too large.
The sky is also not in it’s place, or this was quite simply not a good
Thus these paintings are hypotheses of paintings. To seek the error. In
I am convinced that there is something which crashes, without it all
would go better.
It was not a nap, it was a death and it was not the early morning, it
was the twilight.
I should have understood it, but to understand it, it should be painted
– So I did it.
There is thus, in the story of the beginning, an odor of end. Besides
that, the idea
is to have lost oneself as one watched to contemplate. One would have
better to have layed things out better.. If I find what does not go,
all will be better,
it is promised."
Watercolours are always too beautiful, easy, uninteresting. I like to
in the uninteresting things, to confront myself with failure. I am
fascinated by the
posture of an artist who allows himself to destroy images. Each series
is an answer
to the questions which corrode me, I need to ask myself new questions
to understand. If I don’t destroy, I am not in truth.
-Jerome Boutterin, New York, 2007