The bubble
Have you ever been in the situation of wanting to find yourself in your bubble, your thoughts or simply wanting to concentrate but the environment in which you find yourself is exhausting, noisy highlighting the human abundance which creates a hyper activity. The summer season is even more significant on this point when the windows open, the radio of the gentleman on the second floor interferes with the piano lessons of the lady on the fourth floor and the dog in the house opposite barks incessantly because the cat from the neighboring restaurant likes to taunt him.
There are days when your immediate environment appears to you as a mechanical and noisy universe which absorbs all possibility of concentration and throws you without the slightest precaution into the flow of everyday life. It's all the more present as it becomes obsessive, the more you try to forget this atmosphere the more it reminds you of yourself.
The cat has finally left and ignores the dog from the house opposite, when the semi-trailer, on delivery hampered by the cyclist on a sports break, releases its three-tone horn. This succession of uncontrollable and unexpected situations, which normally form part of the background noise that you absorb without the slightest annoyance, appear to you today at the moment when you most wanted it in the world, to become one with your bubble, like a gigantic uproar from which you cannot escape.
Recently, while preparing the support for my next painting, I lingered for a long time at the window of my studio and I discovered a rainy day, one of those which has this hypnotic effect because the light rain falls with this regularity and this rhythm of its own and absorbs the noise of everyday life in its own way. Imbuing them with a more serious note and which softens the perception of an environment which has fallen asleep a little under this rainy dome.
An irresistible desire invited me to start this day by going for a few steps in this almost warm rain. My walk took me to the edge of the lake where I discovered the geometric designs created by the meeting of the drops with the vast and calm surface of the surface.
The color that the lake had taken on was so close to the shores and the ambient air that I calmly scrutinized the panoramic view of this surface. My gaze was suddenly stopped by the sight of a fisherman, a man of a certain age, dressed in green, wearing a peaked cap, sitting on his white boat, sheltered by a large umbrella whose green color stood out. harmonised wonderfully with the surface of the water. His attitude and his thoughtful gaze observing the waterline. Alone on his boat, he emanated a serenity that one could envy.
RAINY DAY
Acrylic on canvas 100 x 70
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He seemed to be in touch with his wish, he had taken place in his bubble space through a passion which undoubtedly had to respond to a need for isolation. He was practically an integral part of an environment and weather conditions from which he had been able to adapt all the constraints as if to better be able to extract the expected satisfactions.
Faced with this unusual but distant encounter, I couldn't help but take the sketchbook out of my backpack and make a quick sketch of the vision that I had just discovered with the pressing wish of being able to transcribe on my next painting this moment of wandering complicity.
I don't know if this fisherman felt my gaze and the interest it had aroused in me, but the simple fact that certain maneuvers on his part made it possible to keep the posture of his boat in a position that faced me, leaves me thinking in the affirmative. I invite you to discover this “rainy day” work which I hope will bring you the serenity that I felt.
