Julien Peltier

For a secret to become a secret, it must be kept secret, and only then revealed.
 
Julien Peltier had been awake for thirty years when he began to paint. You put him in a field, he stays there, he finds a happiness that opens onto eternity. There are people in whom misfortune does not grow. Absent because of genius. And it carries a word in its heart.
 
He's the dream brother of a blended family.
 
With his first brushstroke, Julien unfurls all that feeling of the moment, like a white tablecloth on a festive day. Fresh snow on fresh snow, in the silence, a thunderous noise. Soft knocks on the door of the Nants studio. Where the light enters and never leaves.
 
He picks a sunflower to find yellow in his painting, grasping it by the flower and freeing the stem. When he is far from nature, a little night comes to him. 
 

One day, when I left the studio to go into town, I left Julien on a log, sitting facing the river. When I came back, he hadn't taken a step, uttered a sentence or taken off his coat; the only change was the few leaves that had fallen around him. In a few seconds, he had won everything, like a game of chance.

Without asking, complaining or imagining, he sees, he paints. But how to explain, how to make people understand? At every moment, something comes to his aid, and through him, everything around him.

He was holding a small piece of wood in his hand, and his son had carved their initials side by side on it.

 
The daylight faded, and one by one the objects took on shadow. It was time to go home. I said nothing, as I do most of the time. There was nothing to say. It would have been appropriate to say « … ». What's proper is sad. He looked up and said, “ I just want to paint ”.
 
Tonight was a song, in the distant night, in which I got lost. The title: “ I have no more tears ”. I write a lot of words and in his eyes there is only one. But I don't know.
 
You don't have to believe he's a Saint, a Sage. He's just there, but he sees, intensely, everything that's going on in front of him, around him, he sees with his ears, with the heat, with the universe. All he has to do is believe what he has seen. Because he has seen it.
 
He saw, he painted.
 
 
 
Eliott Antoine
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The power of form, color and its fusion

I submit my precious precipitate to the goodwill of the sun then, the solution dries up, cracks, and the pigment is born.

I can feel a slight warmth, dense and benevolent, similarly enough to the woolen blanket my grandmother used to knit.  

This density guides my hand, my pictorial intensity.

 

I then feel in my place, in communion, just like an oak tree rooted. 

I always create for someone, for a personality with whom I will weave the bond deemed necessary that will allow me to deliver this personal abstraction, to resonate with their inner self, becoming that blanket knitted by a loved one.

Artist. Plant Alchemist
painter and translator of the invisible world

The work begins the moment the person desires a piece of art. 

Through the power of thought, intention, and heart, time-lines appear, matter disintegrates, portals open, and the journey to the end of the worlds begins. 

Symbols, messages, keys emerge, which I sketch in a flash, with burnt charcoal, directly on my clay-coated canvas. 

Then, comes the arrangement of colours that I organize accordingly to my feelings, the seasons, and the quantity of plants available in my library of colours. 

The human eye is conditioned to perceive the visible, the matter, the tangible and to subjectively appreciate its shapes and colours. This is what is most easily presented to us. 

However, the universe is made up with a rich and inexhaustible complexity that vibrates intensely on different, much more evolved plans than the visible world, although things keep evolving. This world of the invisible, with its myths and energies is a heritage from ancient indigenous peoples who were builders, scholars and alchemists.    The universe has granted room me to perceive its beauty, intensity and to interact with it.

This secret world is a branch that moves in a forest, which changes silently, it's a whisper you hear, a leaf that flies on a winter morning when the wind is silent. A wild idea whose source is unknown. "déjà vu" a vision and a clear message at the forefront of our thoughts. 

I am fortunate and grateful to be able to touch upon and communicate with these wonderful worlds

with immense responsibility, that is of transcribing through painting a set of forms carved on the mineral and coloured by nature, vibrant, piezoelectric, and emitting beneficial and luminous waves.  

  In his praise of folly, Erasmus once said: 'It is the greatest folly to want to be wise in a world of fools.' So, may my folly burst through my works and delight the hearts of women and men.

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Photo credit : Vincent Sastre & Eliott Antoine

Extracts from the short film Alchemia directed by Stéphane Courbat