Gérard Bru

Gérard Bru conquers colour. His canvases pop. Reds, blues, ochres, greens, blacks and whites, totally reimagined. Take that shade of orange: see how it glows here, how it softens there. Look at this material that fringes the light; it blinks at the margins, it diffracts. It concentrates its force in the centre of the wave. It cools the midday sun and warms the long night. It talks to us. It reads us. It dresses up as our dreams. 

Gérard Bru makes colour vibrate. Using the flat edge of his palette knife he blends thick caterpillars of blues, pinches of greys, smears of beige. He composes, and the result is harmony. His velvet sky fills up the canvas and beneath it, dreams come to life. The back of a gaping wall, the wing of a blind spot, the dream of a night... Facing his easel, the painter settles into his world. If he turns his back to you, it's just to show you the essence of his painting. His palette comes to life, a strange sweetness jostles you, your gaze drifts…

None of his canvases are alien to you. In each of them you recognise something: the paints, the vigour, the subtle touches, even the unexpected contrasts. Each piece is unique. Incomparable. So completely new, so utterly different from anything you could have seen or imagined before. Abstraction, representation, it doesn't matter. All that matters is talent, and Bru's is extraordinary. Gérard Bru makes colours burst. Gérard Bru makes silence sing. 

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