Jean Pierre GANELON

When Nature becomes a sculptor. Gallery of various sculptures and poems.

Long were the hours when I wandered along the banks of the Garonne, on beaches and in forests in search of an invisible force that would allow me to accept this disease fell from the sky as lightning where all around, sometimes, is pain.

Affinity for one day, amid multiple wood decomposition, the idea came on this shape naturally carved by time. Almost sado-masochistic relationship, where rupture of sanding paper suggests a hidden beauty.

Fresh relationship where sensuality of touch is taking shape at your fingertips through the sanding paper.
They are under my eyes touching my skin.
Scent wax giving new life to these neglected wood.

	N°1 I saw it in the middle of the deserted woods by the Garonne River. Its roundness made me think right away of pregnancy that carries a child in its heart.
	N°2 I like the feeling of its touch, I imagine it as a seashell holding the pearl so very looked for.
	N°3 He propelled me at first sight into the elders' mythology. Cyclops : what an odd figure where the witch of the tales of our childhood hides.
	N°4 Such as a bull, she almost provokes us with her heavy horns. A mix of power and wind, the one that blows in the Camargue. Wild beauty of the memories of a youth at Sainte Marie de la Mer. To all the gypsies.
	N°5 Douce sensation du toucher où la main glisse sur le bois. Sensuelles caresses sur ce buste de la grèce antique.
	N°6 A wink to cuisine. She makes me think of a root ginger. Mix of spices where light transforms the holes dug by time.
	N°7 In the fog, I felt like I saw an alien, but as the hours went by while my fingers were sanding it down, I only saw a very likeable small monster.
	N°8 As a reptile from the vineyards, he steps up to me with grace as though to touch lighdy my lips in order to execute the so–called "snake–kiss".
	N°9 As a confectioner she carves wood as she would do with marshmallow, yellow–coloured like honey, her knot always amazes me.
	N°10 During a meal with friends, it was standing there in the garden waiting to end its life in the fireplace. It has seduced me, it's the cherry tree saved from the blaze.
	N°11 Complex as for her shape, I see her going out from the woods when the night blanket covers up the day. She simply fascinates me.
	N°12 How much aggressiveness in its needles towering up towards the sky, however, as the hours have gone by my fingers have ended up taming it.
	N°13 I like these three barks of chestnut tree that are many times centennial. Respect of an Asian philosophy in which body and soul make love in harmony.
	Hors Série After many hours spent in the dust, once finished, I feel like she gœs out of her frame to stare at me.
	N°15 I have seen her where the waves pass away on the golden sandj amidst the whiteness of the foam, her pink colour spotted by the setting sun and her grace / smartness have attracted me. Odd creature from the sea bed.

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