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 the photons that merrily rebound off the skin of her models, of course; but also and especially by the evident delight, a very ancient and shared marvel, that she makes us rediscover. In her attempt to fix a moment of the perfection of earthly bodies one perceives antique pagan accents. Reminiscences of a time when men created gods in their own image. Mysteries of a perpetual Renaissance: whose task largely falls to the feminine aspect of Creation: flowers, women. To this wonder cannot be missing a sense of astonishment, if not a revolt at the futility of the fleeting instant’s brilliance (and whose image nonetheless fixes itself for life in the inner mirror of each). It does not prevent, however, that, through an unbroken sequence of blossoms, an endless chain of subjugations, the world belongs to the girls. Because they are the world. Because its permanence rests in the depths of their soft wombs. Women recognize an essential part of their truth in these drawings and paintings. They discover there feelings that had never been so clearly expressed. As for the girls, they can, for an instant, lay down their armor, lace, strings. Fighters and lovers on the outside, they finally find themselves alone before magical mirrors of paper and canvases. And they are well satisfied with it.
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 the photons that merrily rebound off the skin of her models, of course; but also and especially by the evident delight, a very ancient and shared marvel, that she makes us rediscover. In her attempt to fix a moment of the perfection of earthly bodies one perceives antique pagan accents. Reminiscences of a time when men created gods in their own image. Mysteries of a perpetual Renaissance: whose task largely falls to the feminine aspect of Creation: flowers, women. To this wonder cannot be missing a sense of astonishment, if not a revolt at the futility of the fleeting instant’s brilliance (and whose image nonetheless fixes itself for life in the inner mirror of each). It does not prevent, however, that, through an unbroken sequence of blossoms, an endless chain of subjugations, the world belongs to the girls. Because they are the world. Because its permanence rests in the depths of their soft wombs. Women recognize an essential part of their truth in these drawings and paintings. They discover there feelings that had never been so clearly expressed. As for the girls, they can, for an instant, lay down their armor, lace, strings. Fighters and lovers on the outside, they finally find themselves alone before magical mirrors of paper and canvases. And they are well satisfied with it.

