Once a while something echoes in memory hardly fades away, it keeps calling until I have to nail it down with painting. Here’s one of occasions where Paroisse Cathedrale Saint Sauveur embraces in mediterranean sunset at Aix-En-Provence, it somehow brings me a symbolic meaning impossible to interpret with words.
Running out of canvas and paper unfortunately but only left with a piece of cardboard tinted with bluish grey, there is no way to get any supplies from shops during this period of lockdown. So I turned the cardboard over and tried to capture the feeling when I was visiting Aix-En-Provence in front of Cathedral. I really don’t remember any details since nearly a year has passed. Everything has gone by quickly ever since, but a fragment of precious memory stays. Ironically I felt more free when nothing gets prepared or takes it too seriously, but purely guided by the feeling left in memory.
A sense of symbolic with immense tranquility, not sure how long it has been standing there and Cezanne painted it before from distance. Breath being hold, I have to raise my head to look at it like Cezanne used to observing Mont Sainte-Victoire, where I guess I will never be capable of reaching its peak, or perhaps the world doesn’t need another Cezanne while I have to live on my own way of pursuing something meaningful.