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Collages, ink and watercolour on paper by the visual artist Maryi. Painting, tearing, and recomposing in collages are ways to ward off fate, to push the limit a little more. To capture the dazzling truth of the moment before words disturb the obvious.
Length : 11.81 in / 30 cm
Height : 14.96 in / 38 cm
Width : 0.79 in / 2 cm
Weigth : 4.41 lb / 2 kg
Artist: Maryi
Series : “Writings”
Mediums: Collages , ink and watercolour
Support: Paper
Supervision: Oak veneered aluminium frame
Dimensions: H.28.2 x W.20.4 cm (38 x 30 cm framed)
Inspiration:
To write is to brush. Words advance, emerge and immediately move, slip and evade, insufficient. They will never reach the nuances of what they seek to grasp.
To write is to experience the trembling of meaning, to come back incessantly, to rectify, to refine, to fail again. It is to inhabit this gap and try to reduce it to the infinitesimal.
Painting, tearing, and recomposing in collages are ways to ward off fate, to push the limit a little more. To capture the dazzling truth of the moment before words disturb the obvious.
The Writing series brings together a set of pieces that explore the limits of language and the difficulty of approaching meaning through words.
Writing is seen not as a tool of mastery, but as a fragile attempt, always in tension with what escapes it.
Fragmented, displaced, recomposed, the elements bear witness to this moment when language wavering.
Each page, inhabited by its own story, retains the trace of a dazzling moment, like a perfume or a resonance. Writing becomes almost a matter, a gesture, a tenacious impulse to be said all the same, making visible the very place of the ineffable.”
Guarantee of authenticity: Signed and issued with a certificate of authenticity
Maryi
France
Maryi works on paper, exploring the spaces between fullness and emptiness, light and shadow. Through paint, collage, ink, and wax, she seeks to reveal rather than represent. Her organic, pared-down works capture the ephemeral, the fragment, the breath — a poetry of imperfection and transformation.
