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J'ai trouvé la concentration et la disponibilité qu'appelle ta peinture pour me montrer curieux de ton travail récent.
Beyond any word my dear!
Parce que le langage articulé ne peut rendre compte d'un upercut pleine face avec l'éclair blanc, le trou noir et les autres qui vont avec...
Tes désastres en puissance font échouer toute tentative d'expression verbale de la collision visuelle provoquée.
je ne peux rien te dire qui ne soit subjectif, et je n'ai pas envie.
Au delà du métier sur la toile, je ressens en m'attardant sur la splendeur formelle de crépuscule post nucléaire,
une sorte de malaise extatique,
une émotion complexe comme un oxymore.
Il me vient cette idée inconcevable du dernier instant avant l'apocalypse.
Le portrait de ton père me déchire, s'y lit l'épuisante recherche de ta vérité.
le disque acide de cuivre dans les portraits de ton fils aspire, comme l'effondrement de la matière laissé par un astre inquiétant,
littéralement captivant.

I finaly found the spiritual receptiveness that your paintings require and i have been peering into your recent work.
Because articulate langage fails to account for a right jab in the face with the white flash that goes along,
then the black hole following the blowing violence of your vision.
Your potential disasters make any verbal attempt unable to render such colliding visions.
I can't sound analytic and i don't feel like it, facing painting is basically physical experience, chemistry, biology, first happening in the flesh.
Beyond genuine crafstmanship on the canvas, I feel some sort of esctatic dizziness, very ambivalent sensations like oxymorons,
while lingering on the formal beauty of post-nuclear sunset skies.
What crosses my mind in this moment is the somewhat unlikely idea of a still image of quiteness and perhaps peace a second before the white light of
Apocalypse in the sense of revelation as DH Lawrence puts it.
I know how deeply my freind Thierry admires Antoine Watteau, and it seems to me that
Thierry cunningly borrows Watteau's art of irony, yet with quite the opposite purpose: the negation of any mystical paradise.
On the contrary, Thierry is all out at war with the possibility of utopia as salvation. I think he aims at unmasking man's fatefull monkey business
and he is laughing along with sad clowns in disguise.
And is purpose is all the more elevated as it never excludes sympathy for (d)evil of course, and does not deny a little glimmer of hope
despite objective pessimism and a sense of fate, future remains in the hands of men at work.

GRAZIE MILLE FRA PITORE !  

(STÉPHANE NAUDIN. Enseignant, artiste peintre, musicien et poète)

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THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL & APPRAISE THE SITUATION  2010 > 2012 32 paintings
2012  11 paintings   2011  7 paintings   2010  14 paintings

ABODE OF CHAOS  2011 2012  3 paintings      TOO BIG TO FAIL  2010 2011  2 paintings

ABYA YALA  2010 > 2012 7 paintings     TERRA SYMBIOSA  2011 2012  5 paintings    OVER GATED  2011 2012  3 paintings    

PORTRAITS, MUSICIANS AND OTHER PAINTINGS  2011 2012  13 paintings

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PHOTOGRAPHIC WORK  
Anthropocene  "Solipsisme collectif  dito  déréliction dans la profusion"  2010 > 2014

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"Le Disparu de Saint Agil"   Text written by Philippe Puech
"Thierry Cheverney, Le Déchirement"   Text written by Nicole Cheverney
"Thierry Cheverney"   Text written by John Mac Chord

"Nuland, Mc Carthy & Fuck Paris ! Rock & Roll attitude !"   Text written by Thierry Cheverney 17/10/2014

Biography: Solo & Group Exhibitions. Bibliography

For further investigation about Thierry Cheverney's earlier work follow the link

http://thierry.cheverney.free.fr

Thierry Cheverney's music composition web site

Terra Symbiosa Music Lab

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cheverney@singularity.fr