Estelle Brunet

First, there is this background with these lines which are inscribed and wiggle to be enchanted with the outline of my pencil. Traits that transform into an eye, sometimes two, a mouth, a face, a body that leaves to find another body, an animal, an object. Lines that entwine, intertwine, ignite or kiss to write a story ... in short, a pencil and a brush to exalt and escort my brain to be free. 

Free like these traits which do not need a frame because they contain a story of emotions without barriers, without limits. They are free emotions. Like a wave, they take us away, they transport us, they overwhelm us, they subjugate us, they intoxicate us and sometimes they drown us. But they punctuate and make Life! Multitude of emotions released through my fingers who fight, challenge, meet, dislocate, wrap themselves, merge to invent history.