A painter, sculptor from the Hautes Pyrénées
Imagine a beautiful village in Hautes-Pyrénées.
A few authentic houses thrown higgledy-piggeldy into a natural landscape which has barely been tamed.
A peace that captivates you over as soon as you reach the first houses.
Away from the stress and distractions of the city, this is where Véronique Clanet has chosen to set up home with her family. Her house is in the typical style of the region and hidden behind a screen of tenderness and love. This ancient building, with its plantlife rooted in the soil, exudes an aura of strength and stability that inspires respect and confidence.
Having been politely invited to visit, I discover somewhere that seems to me to be magical. I am drawn by it. I am attracted by the sincerity of the place and a desire to let myself be overwhelmed by the peace that reigns here.
I enter the garden that surrounds the house. I feel lighter, reassured. I empty myself. What happiness !
What could be more normal than to find an artist here.
A true artist in her emotions, and in the sensitivity of her interpretation.
But also an all-powerful artist who draws her strength from her roots but resolutely looks towards the future.
When I cross the threshold of her studio I find myself in a peculiar universe. I expect to find a typical artist’s den: untidy, cluttered, smelling of clay, oil, perspiration, cold coffee and tobacco. There is none of that. Instead, everything is perfectly arranged. The ground floor is dedicated to sculpture. The upper floor is a painting studio and showroom. Two spaces dedicated to creativity and the realisation of dreams. Returning to the sculpture studio, I am struck by the amount of natural sunlight that enters everywhere to illuminate this Ali Baba’s cave.
Along the walls there are wooden shelves on which are organised works in progress, moulds, cardboard boxes, plastic bags with mysterious contents, a hat, a stained painter’s apron and, further on, an assortment of other objects. In a corner, a round table and some chairs invite visitors to try some treat or other gracefully offered by the mistress of the place.
In the centre of this room are work tables, some lumps of clay, phantasmal shapes covered with white sheets or plastic sheets, products of sorcery, brushes, oils… all impregnated with a strong smell of intellectual and mystical alchemy. The inspiration of Véronique is here, with us, at the heart of this universe. But where does the inspiration come from for such energetic sweetness? What are its sources?
Véronique evolves in the middle of her universe. I imagine an angel, a sort of ectoplasm, who watches over her children while floating lightly above them. So much softness contained in peaceful strength. A hand of steel in a velvet glove. This duality imbues her works. Approach a canvas or a sculpture and it is this strength that bursts forth. Angel faces made into images by the artist. The “Pétillantes” They look so pure that they belong in heaven. Such tenderness! Such sensuality! Doe-eyes; a little pointed nose turned decidedly to the sky; lips that ask more of you than merely a compliment. At first sight, the Pétillantes are agreeable, gracious, elegant little ladies. But… don’t be so sure….
I invite you now to begin your visit. Allow yourself to stroll and dream…
Véro, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to express my feelings.
I wish you all the happiness in the world.