Experiences in tranquility and serenity while drawing, finding it as a form of self-expression and a means to briefly escape from personal realities.
In reference to an other watching … judged, distorted in fear of the unknown./ Référence à l’autres qui observent … jugés, déformés par la peur de l’inconnu.
Richard shares his fascination with glass, likening its transformative properties from liquid to solid with the mesmerizing flow of water and fire. “I appreciate its transparency, reflections, and refractions, using it as a metaphor for life’s impermanence and as a source of inspiration in my work.”
Sometimes I have no words to describe the what, why and how of some work. Sometimes it feels finish. Sometimes it needs finished. Sometimes I need to pause and stay back. Observe the observing. Parfois, je n’ai pas de mots pour décrire le pourquoi et le comment d’un travail. Parfois, il semble terminé. Parfois, ilContinue reading “This and that,”
Subjective; Disdain The drawings by visual artist Serge Gilles Richard, titled Subjective; Disdain, Salainis, and Entanglement, explore the dark and complex emotions of shame, evil, rejection, and shelter. Presented at la Galerie12 in September 2022, the installation featured the drawings on centred dining tables in a low-lit room, allowing the observer to view the piecesContinue reading “Subjectif; Le dédain”
Hey everyone, I don’t post often and I’m a bit of a reclusive artist (if there’s such a term) but I feel it’s time to head out again and tell stories with shapes and forms, nuances and movements. I tend to work with metal, glass and wood but since Ukraine’s war, or rather Russian’s insidiousContinue reading “Something’s cooking ~”
A passing cloud transforming before my eyes. Nuances merging and melting into one another. Tiny shapes reaching outwardly, soaking in the sun’s morning rays. Oh the warmth of the day even within the chaos, a small buttercup can make all the difference in one day. richard
There is natural flow with the intricate variations of intensity and nuances during the passing of a storm. Much like water streaming down a brook contouring it’s bed and boundaries or the aging lines of a sun bleached drift wood, the temperamental currents of a thunderstorm can inspire and delight the muse
Si j’étais l’oiseau des hauteurs If I were a high flying bird