femme qui marche
work in progress since 2022
drawings and paintings
various dimensions

                “This is a work in progress…
I share here the whirlwind that inspires me.”

“In the morning I darken
in the day I delay
in the afternoon I grow dark
at night I burn.
To the west death
against whom I live
in captivity in the south
The east is my north.
Others who tell
step by step:
I die yesterday
I am born tomorrow
I walk where there is space:
— My time is when.”
Vinicius de Moraes – Poetics
Rio de Janeiro, 1954

“I quickly draw “figures”, images that are in my mind.
In fact, what I present here is a “collective” body.
If these figures seem strange to you, it is because we are accustomed to the still image. In
movement, everything changes, movement and time
– in their fractions of seconds – transform matter.
But our eye does not see this.
Our eye (mind) works like the cinema, it cuts out most of what is happening. What is
recorded in the visual cortex and memorized is
a sequence of fixed shots, of clichés.
I am drawing and painting the lost pieces.
Art, like sensations, is synthetic and not analytical.
I do not represent. I present my relationship with what I see.
My paintings are the intersection of these two worlds.
My subject is not what I see, but the relationship of everything that appears to me as an
image. I seek an essence far beyond the image.
Human beings are much more than the representation of their bodies.
To show an experience – it is not the draw but drawing.
(The world does not need images, but experience)
Inspired by human representation in the Western tradition… and by my condition as a
“woman who walks”, I borrow the title of this series of paintings from Alberto Giacometti,
Femme qui marche (1932).
He said he was inspired by Apollo Belvedere,
but its hieratic style brings it closer to archaic Greek art, the Kore.
I can’t help but think of contemporary models.
Similar representations of women in different times.”

Left: Alberto Giacometti, Femme qui marche, 1932, bronze, 146.4 x 27.8 x 36.8 cm. Private collection
Center: Unknown artist, untitled, called Kore with Peplos, circa 530 BCE – sculpture in the round / Parian marble, height: 120 cm. Acropolis Museum, Athens
Right: photograph by Hans Feurer of model Madison Headrick, for Elle Paris magazine, June 9, 2022, p. 82.

“Among so many… some references:
Duchamp, ‘Nu Descendant L’Escalier #2’, 1912
Fragmentation of color, light, time.
Proust – similarity of impressions.
Debussy
Sartre – Existentialism

Some time ago I understood that I don’t have roots, but legs.
I don’t have ‘a place in the world’ as Carlos Castaneda used to say…
I’m a walker,
I don’t belong anywhere and no place belongs to me.
Walking is the right speed to understand.”


“Traveler from far away,
why come here
and follow this path
so painful? »”

“Every pilgrim ends up confronting his own foundations, the
shoes with which he walks through life. Although useful, shoes
are an artificial surface that isolates us from the living soil. […]
such an ambiguous relationship between the footwear and
the walker, between the foundation and the essence or
between the sole and the soil ..”
Nilton Bonder

“The Lord said to Moses: Go.”
Exodus 8:1

“The Lord said to him:
‘Take off your shoes from your feet,
for the place where you are standing is holy ground.’

Exodus 3:5
Acts 7:33

“Succession of sensations
Construction and deconstruction of the image.
Scale is part of the content
Exhaustion of drawing
The figure is only a temporary and reductive mask placed over
the depthlessness of human passions.
How can we represent a unified, stable, defined and, therefore, finished human figure,
when the human being (his essence) is the chaos of feelings and emotions?
How can we paint this “tragic” aspect of the human condition?
The essence of the human that in itself
allows us to account for the human figure?
How can we account for what exceeds value?
The essential that resists any formatting includes its inscription on the canvas.
The expression of fundamental human emotions that resists all order and measure, limit and definition, figure and circumscription.
an infinite depth within the canvas…”

“What I tell you
doesn’t change me.
I don’t go from the biggest
to the smallest.
Look at me.
Perspective doesn’t matter to me.
I hold my place
and you can’t move away from it.
There’s nothing around me anymore.
And if I turn away,
Nothing has two faces.
Nothing and me.”
Paul Éluard

Fabienne Verdier, Passagère du silence, Paris, Albin Michel, 2003, p. 26.
Nilton Bonder Tirando os Sapatos. O Caminho de Abraão, Um Caminho Para o Outro, Rio de Janeiro, Rocco, 2008. (I’m the one who translates)