Van Hove - Van Hove - 2005





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Editions d'art Charles Moreau:
Van Hove
Edition bilingue français-anglais
Extremely rare and difficult to find in such excellent condition.
In every sense her work is luminous. By her talent for capturing photons that joyfully bounce off the skin of her models, of course; but also and above all by the evident sense of wonder, very ancient and very shared, that she makes us rediscover.
In her attempt to fix a moment of the perfection of earthly bodies one perceives ancient pagan overtones. Reminiscences of a time when men created gods in their own image. Mysteries of a perpetual renaissance: whose task is essentially entrusted to the feminine side of Creation: flowers, women. To this sense of wonder cannot help but be joined by astonishment, if not revolt, at the fate of the ephemeral nature of the moment of the greatest brilliance (and whose image, however, remains fixed for life in the inner mirror of each).
Nevertheless, through an uninterrupted sequence of blossoms, an endless chain of subjugations, the world belongs to the girls. Because they are the world. Because its longevity rests in the depths of their soft wombs.
Women recognize an essential part of their truth in these drawings and paintings. In them they discover feelings that have never been so clearly expressed. As for the girls, they can, for a moment, lay down their armor, lace, and strings. Outside, combative and loving, they finally find themselves alone before magical mirrors of paper and canvases. And they feel at home there.
Seller's Story
Editions d'art Charles Moreau:
Van Hove
Edition bilingue français-anglais
Extremely rare and difficult to find in such excellent condition.
In every sense her work is luminous. By her talent for capturing photons that joyfully bounce off the skin of her models, of course; but also and above all by the evident sense of wonder, very ancient and very shared, that she makes us rediscover.
In her attempt to fix a moment of the perfection of earthly bodies one perceives ancient pagan overtones. Reminiscences of a time when men created gods in their own image. Mysteries of a perpetual renaissance: whose task is essentially entrusted to the feminine side of Creation: flowers, women. To this sense of wonder cannot help but be joined by astonishment, if not revolt, at the fate of the ephemeral nature of the moment of the greatest brilliance (and whose image, however, remains fixed for life in the inner mirror of each).
Nevertheless, through an uninterrupted sequence of blossoms, an endless chain of subjugations, the world belongs to the girls. Because they are the world. Because its longevity rests in the depths of their soft wombs.
Women recognize an essential part of their truth in these drawings and paintings. In them they discover feelings that have never been so clearly expressed. As for the girls, they can, for a moment, lay down their armor, lace, and strings. Outside, combative and loving, they finally find themselves alone before magical mirrors of paper and canvases. And they feel at home there.

