Dear Diane and Shaded Viewers,
words are feelings. In the style of an Apollinaire and his calligrams in praise of her lovers, Nicolas Ouchenir has created a universe of poetry where sentences are no longer things to read but objects to experience. His art makes visible the invisible. As if words were paintings or bridges between past and present, syllables unveil images. The curves of an "e" imagined in a wonderful calligraphy are turning into a hair curl when further in the picture, they are changing into an eye or a pearl. Signs become faces. Espousing the ink of papers, the brush of Nicolas Ouchenir has recreated our language. Words cannot say anything. No need to analyse them, you only have to see and let go. For a few moments you will go into a trance and feel life. This, is art.