Paskal Hotman

Born in 1960 in Paris, Beaux Arts school in 1979 in Perpignan, lives and works in France

Exhibitions France, Europe, United States

I'm not the first painter to explode colors and disperse them in multiple vibrations of light, but there's something insolent in my line that reflects a constant rebellion.

My painting is indignant, bursting, torn, provocative.

I don't bother with references, even though we're all more or less in the grip of our societies and their current events.

Every creator reacts. But in me, there's a literary style of painting that constantly inscribes its modernity in an almost sonorous revolt. The noise and fury of the committed poet. That's what determines a style. I can also say that there's no complacency in my work, at a time when everyone imitates everyone else for fear of not measuring up. Fortunately, I'm a rebel.

What seduces me in my search is a freedom, conquered through the prism of the worst and the best, free of all obstacles.

 Isn't this the painful journey of every artist?

 There are too many Sunday painters today, and they're undermining art in general. That's the big question, not without ambiguity.

My originality as a painter lies in the spontaneity of artistic expression with colors that are removed, kidnapped, then offered. There's never any comfort in my works, which are tossed like bait between figurative, abstract and expressionism...

But should painting be confined to random qualifiers?

I'm always sensitive to the "tightrope movement" of art between heaven and earth.