Benjamin Swaim

Seascape.
A child lying on the floor, drawing or reading. The child’s thoughts are focused on the empty page, which is a reserve in the painting, an unpainted part. Solitude of the figure. It is in this solitude that the landscape appears.
The sea, the sky, the clouds:
the sea, a mighty body of water, deep, moving. A great wave breaking towards us that embraces us and threatens to drown us. Desire and terror.
The sky and the clouds: the light, the movement, the change of colours and shapes. Beauty beyond us, divine element.

In Pier Paolo Pasolini’s “Che cosa sono le nuvole?”, Iago and Othello, the two puppets, are thrown into an open-air garbage dump when they are no longer useful. Suddenly, now they are out of the theatre of passions, lies and self-deception, they see the clouds, the course of the clouds in the sky, beauty, pure beauty.
A little colour on the canvas to respond to this beauty, to quench my thirst, to save us from the sadness of grey overcoats.
Et un peu de jaune fluo sur mon gilet !