Blandine Insler

Blandine Insler is a French artist, born in Montauban in 1978. She lives and works in Rennes. She graduated from the National Institute of Applied Sciences and worked for more than 20 years in a large company, where she pursued a career in project and team management.

Taking the opposite view of the values of our society of performance and productivity, his painting seeks beauty in imperfection, simplicity, minimalism, the intimate, the irregular, the raw, the intuitive, the spontaneous; values that recall Japanese Zen ethics.

Often misunderstood, anxiety nevertheless has the merit of putting us into action, into movement: professional life, family, multiple projects, busy social life; as if to be certain of living, and living intensely.
So intensely that we end up getting lost in it.
Sometimes, only the body can stop us. Pain, its violence, its brutality, refocuses us on what is most carnal, most sensory, most existential in us. It reminds us how ephemeral our passage is and makes us more humble about the meaning of our life.
What could be depressing is ultimately a soothing and liberating feeling. Less ambition, less pressure, modestly trying to have a pleasant life and give pleasure to those around you. Finding alignment with our own values, the only real vector of meaning.
My painting represents this quest, one cycle of work after another.
Going against the grain of our performance-based society, I seek the beauty of raw materials, of spontaneous and intuitive movement, of imperfection.
The desire to preserve the memory of the gesture drives me; to anchor it in time, in what is intimate and ephemeral about it.
Particularly sensitive to the works of André Marfaing, Hans Hartung and Jean Miotte, I developed my own process, driven by music.
It allows me to reach a state of self-presence so intense that this energy of the moment will carry the movement: harmonious with the right hand, sensually imperfect with the left hand, freed from all judgment when it is created with closed eyes.
In a constant search for purity and accuracy, I like to let myself be surprised by the visceral aesthetic of its trace.
When anxiety runs endlessly towards the future, the raw gesture is the anchoring, the tamed present, the appeasement. Freedom.

Blandine Insler