Life is my journey
Earth is my track
Aim is infinity

Victor Hugo

Do you still enjoy drawing? ... I was asked this question some time ago … To be honest this has not crossed my mind so far. How can I tell? ... Does one still enjoy breathing … Probably … besides, we’ve always been doing so … at times it even happens so consciously that it brings up a good feeling. Anyhow, one does not really have much of a choice … if one wants to exist.

I have always followed my proper language in my drawing … taking with me my drawing pad everywhere I went or lived. I considered my sketches as something very personal and used to keep them to myself. As for my paintings this was different. They are larger and I have always thought about them as less ‘close’. Indeed, to be able to look at them, one needs to take a certain distance.

While keeping my own independent living space, I observe, I read, I listen, I feel, l absorb … collecting small pieces of memory about what happens around me and far away from me … while leaving traces on my pad. Some topics frequently reappear and I approach them in various ways … topics like indifference, invented truths, anthropocentrism … An act, a pretext or sometimes a look or a word interpellates me, engages me, drives me and incites me to draw, paint, assemble, sculpture … I take imprints out of their context and reintroduce them into other contexts. While proceeding, I act, react incessantly to every trait, stain, shadow, the paper’s reaction … until a reality of myself is coming out by means of a drawing, a painting, a sculpture, independent of its origin and of myself.

Hilde Kentane | February 2005