Born in 1956 in Douai, Christine Muller is a painter and illustrator. His universe, both gentle and nostalgic, tender and melancholy, invites you to look back on yourself and daydream. She presents her approach and her creative process in a poem.
“I enter the Workshop. Light is everywhere.
I take with me a treasure, an object…
This shell on a piece of furniture, the bird passing in front of the window.
A memory, a sensation, a word, a tear, the daring peeling.
No matter, I’m leaving.
So begins the long, amazing journey…
On the canvas the shapes settle in and challenge me.
I will hunt them down, blow them out of breath, disproportionate them until I find their fragile point of balance.
Offer them another symmetry.
Try to set them free.
The preliminary drawing bores me deeply.
It would freeze on the canvas a story that had not lived and would strip the work of its humanity, its necessary procession of doubts, failures, and despair.
I need to know nothing in order to let myself be carried away…
I will construct with rigor, with the sole aim of deconstructing.
Then build again on the dying and stripped canvas, a possible future.
I must find the essentials for my rest.
Allow the color to be non-sterile.
Confront it with its own light.
Give up what I love and which would harm harmony.
It is the time of choices, of separations.
It’s time to look at the other side (…)”
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