oil on canvas
120 x 120 cm
Gérard Bru or the shining silence
Gérard Bru is a French painter whose fame exceeds and region and country. Born in 1949 at Saint-Mathieu-de-Tréviers, Hérault’s paradise surrounded by wooded mountains, he came back to Occitania after a stay in Paris. This self-made artist remains steeped in brightness, colours, from themes of his primitive roots. His work is a reflection mixed with his sharp multicoloured eyes, his sensibility still deployed.
It would be a commonplace to assimilate south to sun, painters to light. However, both are the frame of Gérard Bru’s paintings. Despite the flat frank and focused structured uniform oil, almost carved with a knife, light radiates from the canvas as an epiphany.
A colour doesn’t exist by itself. The eye restores it. A matter of perspective, something organic. Here, gushing develops in the franchise, in opposition. Primary colours skilfully juxtaposed, to judge from the eye and sensibility. Suddenly the miracle appears: glare. The red cast is bursting, development. Because this is life that beats. There, black streaks cut pace, readjust it ; elsewhere, some whites plan this entrenchment. Sometimes, oranges, blues hesitate voluntarily, tilting structure.
Knowingly basic forms are sometimes combined and blurred. Nuanced chiaroscuro. These are the skies: unspeakable, impalpable, inaccessible. These are the mysteries of art where life blends, with which it merges. The marines leave us as dreamer, the edges of beach have neither name nor age. An art out of time, time that stops for a moment.
When? The paintings are rarely dated, more occasionally titled. Everyone sees what he wants, when he wants. Timelessness, universality. Only the format is notified and revealed, revealing. You are in the area of greatness. Square, panoramic, landscape : everything is giant, the work is beyond the canvas. Everything seizes you, engulfs you... as to infinity.
Below the contemporary paintings, one can easily go back to primitive works. Features abrupt to the essential. Pure visual and intellectual curiosity : we like an artist, we like everything he does. From the beginning to the end, end that can’t exist, all real painter being beyond. It is the work of a life, the life of a work. So, the great work.
Gérard Bru, painter with many facets, protean colours, voluntary flat landscapes, opens to interpretations by myriads, to sensations in profusion ; he opens to senses. Everyone might choose the one that suits. Without moderation. Serenity in its pure state, measured silence. Do fill it, do make it vibrate. Without hesitation. The artist gives the tempo of the world, the art lover his own rhythm, shinning.