Yarek Godfrey

Yarek Godfrey
Yarek Godfrey


“All was already told but as nobody listening we always have to start over
again.”(Andre Gide)

I’m not quite sure we can talk about painting or music. This is a domain of
different senses which words can’t describe, that’s why I’m using often the
colors without names to translate the unknown sounds of my soul. I’ve named
this process : “never-ending story” so if I stop working on the painting that’s
because someone tells me inside : “that’s it” – and I never know why…
For more informations, please contact my Guardian Angel…

The almost primitive, and for me natural need to express the mix of joy,
anguish and solitude is always emotional and magic like an initiation rite.
It’s the way to communicate without words and to share profound feelings
with the risk to reveal too much… to become weak in the fact of exposing
oneself… So, fragile… The desire and the power to create gives birth to
images composed from my memories, dreams and hopes.
A message to pass along ? Let’s rather say: another mark of the hand printed
on the wall of the cave as if to say : “I was here”…we always return to
the source.
Of course 10 years of classical training at the Art College and later at the
Academy of Fine Arts makes a great experience. But to find ones own voice
it is necessary to create a private base soon after. Than theater becomes
a real platform of creation; always in large scale and with fantastic lights;
it is like in life where roles are acted out; true and false at the same time.
The big spectacle of illusion where the background or costumes can change
the character of the actors.

Higher, like powerful images of cathedrals with their spiritual silences.
The soul… the soul so desired and essential, closely tied to creation.

Stronger, like ruins of Pompeii where so theatrical silence of contemplation
adds to the vision of drama. The perfect place to meditate, to be reborn…

Bigger, like the Grand Canyon; an enormous natural cathedral upside down
where one is trying to perceive the human being moved to tears…
In this place everything comes together; caverns, temples and ruins.
There one leaves the Earth and what is left is pure creation. The Earth does
not needs mankind. Emotions, emotions…

My birth planet, Mars remains a project for future.
” Let’s be reasonable – let’s ask for impossible”

” Art is the sex of the imagination”

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