The memory of the Water Lilies A shell passed through one of the paintings. It was 1944. I'm in the Water Lilies room, the second and perhaps most secret room, at the back of the Musée de l'Orangerie. My father is with me. At the entrance, he is asked to leave his umbrella behind, perhaps for fear that in a rash move, he might...
The forests are yours, Father The ones that bloom despite the storms. What I love about your work, more than anything else, is witnessing a series of works that come together, respond to each other, and tell us secret stories along the way. The studio has been my haven since childhood. When I arrive here, something inside me...
From darkness to light Bruno Dufourmantelle is back in his studio, just a stone's throw from the Odéon, as if moored to his canvases, which over time have taken over his life. Without chaos - a hundred or so large compositions, consigned with the utmost precision to 65 m2, it's a performance...
The privileged place of emotion Bruno Dufourmantelle places painting at the center of reality, and spends all his capital of emotion and sensitivity around it. Each of his paintings seems to suggest the totality of reality, while at the same time being only a part of that totality. Why painting? "Because it's a way of...
A play of colors If you haven't heard of the painter Bruno Dufourmantelle yet, I'm sure that before long his name will be on everyone's lips, first as a whisper, as the discretion of "talent scouts" demands, then, month by month, the rumor will be confirmed until it becomes the explosion of a...
