Francoise Nielly – Featured Artist
I hope you’ve had a joyous holiday season and I wish you nothing but wonderful things in the coming year. I, personally, enjoy celebrating a new calendar year with resolutions. It’s somewhat inane, but nonetheless, enjoyable. And these vows, however loose and evolving, will most likely perpetuate throughout the year. Perhaps, some new ones will rise to the surface as well. For me, any excuse to change is a good one, whether big or small…
For whatever I am (if anything) and whatever this may be (if such a thing could be reconciled), I feel I’ve been floating through time and space, and throughout most of my existence for that matter. In many a passing thought, and perhaps along the fraying lip of my subconscious, resides an unfulfilled purpose, and in many ways, a purpose held in contempt by an anticipated unknown. In these moments of contemplation there is but one choice—proceed with action—if one desires to be free of pernicious immobilization. Simply move, in the context of your own admission. Create, and see what opens up in the midst of universal counsel. As one moment cradles the next, connecting to the same Thing in time and same condensed perception of opposition, the world of story and mind image unfolds, dancing its majestic hymn of the internal.
I am beginning to believe, though still yet, devoid of any real answers. My sarcasm and nihilism, thus far, has only taken assortium in conceptual-self. Hence, beyond the fragment of daily being, a character is born. An alter ego, whom I will better acquaint you within the coming year. He is the epitome of the grain-of-salt mask. He is growing both inside me and through his own volition; and, he is the main character in my future novel.
Within my monthly journal (Genesis Journals) and this blog publication, over the span of the next 7 years, I will write, no longer as myself, but as Him. I will think his thoughts. I will talk as him. I will stand and sit and walk and run the way he would stand and sit and walk and run. I will feel his pain and trajectory. I will love and make love as he would. I will inherit his beliefs, his judgments, and within the motive of otherworldly periphery, cohere with his story. I will offer him my dreams, as if they weren’t mine. I will offer—my life for his. And, as incidentally relative as we may concern ourselves, he will be both a mark of independence and ventriloquy.
I would like to introduce you to a fragment of myself; to a name so indistinguishable of zeitgeist it echoes through a sad perennial of privation and spirit. A name so common it can be found on any given corner of any given day… He is the first star in my sky. The only star. His name is Xero.
Francoise Nielly – Featured Artist
My burning ember, my sword—
breaking in the night.
The wild momentum of the servant. The king.
There is no greater moment to revel—
Persecuting, like insects in night.
Grace has always risen, in the merchant
desire of the most favored relic. Wilting.
We are serviced in the summer months.
Traded by the gods. Then forgotten.
The lost Athenaeum.
The silent predilection of the throng.
The orpheum of frenetic ghost—
I am bleeding, naked in modern discretion
of some rainbow moon. The wild color of wind, like faces
drowning in fluorescent. Or bleeding in grey.
I could be telling a different story—
of course—having had a different soul.
I am cold. Shivering. Graceless. I feel death
like an old friend… a bag of expired lemons.
How the misery of life imagines, then sings,
then once, free from. The mysticism of the world
proves not growth—similarly, the profundity of the
moribund epilogue, poised and glowing beneath the frozen
planet. The desire of human will is boarded
with staves and deceptions of content.
The walls scarred in hieroglyphs.
One single memory for all that were buried.
The cithara screams—
I may die here, today, or tomorrow in the ring.
I am a slave. Do you not understand.
by LORIN DREXLER
A b o u t the A r t i s t
Francoise Nielly (via www.francoise-nielly.com) lives in a world of images.
She has explored the different facets of “image” all her life, through painting, photography, roughs, illustrations, and virtual, computer-generated animated graphics. It is clear now that painting is her direction and her passion.
She gets her sense of space and construction from her father, who was an architect.
Growing up in the South of France where she lived between Cannes and Saint-Tropez, is never far from the light, the color sense, and the atmosphere that permeates the South of France. This is coupled with her studies at the Beaux-arts and Decorative Arts, and her sense of humor and of celebration.
Francoise Nielly’s painting is expressive, exhibiting a brute force, and fascinating vital energy. Oil and knife combined sculpt her images from a material that is, at the same time, biting and incisive, charnel, and sensual. Whether she paints the human body or portraits, the artist takes a risk: her painting is sexual, her colors free, exuberant, surprising, even explosive, the cut of her knife incisive, her color pallet dazzling.
Francoise Nielly is a passionate woman who loves life, wide-open spaces, sushi, blue lagoons, the Internet, humor, books, Paris, New-york, and Vancouver. Resolutely inscribed in her epoch, she is an accomplished artist; 20 years of artistic expression explain the maturity of her work and the perfect mastery of her art.
She lives and paints in Paris near Montmartre; shows and sells her work in Europe, in Canada, and in the United States.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a literary journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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