|All art today by Francoise de Felice.|
As my art for the past 20 years has been primarily involved with designing rubber stamps, there have been, of necessity, lines around everything I do. Recently my thoughts, and heart, have shifted to a more chimerical presentation. I have a deep hunger for what is more flowing, more created of smoke, of vapor, of what may be at least partly imagined, of dreams. As I fall asleep, I imagine paintings as yet non-existent, yet distinct enough to be seen by the mind's eye.
The art of Francoise de Felice, which I found just a few weeks ago, is the manifestation of what seemed too ethereal to become solid matter. That her images are women, the women we may be in our own memories or dreams, the embodiment of the numinous with which we seek enduring connection, draws me even more fully into this world, a world I know though I cannot say from where, or when.