Michèle Battut's painting attempts to capture the most elusive: the dream landscape.
Same architecture, same colors: and above all, same atmosphere as in the dreamlike vision.
Everything happens as in childhood: we are no more than what we see.
We are there, and at the same time we are not there. We say to ourselves, "So is it true? "
And yet it is not.
Because we know it well: life, the world does not look like that.
The only thing is: in Michèle Battut's paintings they have all the air of being.
By not being.
So this trembling, this dizziness.
And this new question: how the devil does she do, to make us believe in the touch of this silk,
to the wrath of that stormy sky, better still, to the smell of clouds?
No answer, ever. Only this curious dizziness.
So you become like what she just painted.
Stuck in the web yourself, without knowing why.
écrivain et journaliste,
pour le livre «Voyages» Battut,
Éditions Jean-Pierre Delvilles