A. Jacques Truphémus

Exalting light and colour, his canvases shimmer with imperceptible and fascinating light vibrations. At Chaumont-sur-Loire we will be presenting his landscapes and nature scenes, and who could describe the light and colour at the heart of this sensitive and entrancing work better than Yves Bonnefoy?

 

“Preserving a relationship of mutual transparency that may have existed between beings, things, great aspects of the world, and he or she who recalls it, this most secret memory specifically contains a light. That produced by this transparency, classification of relationships down to the deepest sentiments, desires, when it rises back up towards places, bodies and faces. And this inner light, this treasure of the memory, this transmutation carried out by the only true alchemy – it really exists, and we can even check this for ourselves: for this is what certain painters bear witness to directly, their subjects evidently infused with a light coming not so much from the world outside as it is an elaboration of their eyes. This proves that they have experienced it in a past preserved in their memory.” Y. Bonnefoy

 

“The omnipresent light is the most remarkable aspect of Truphémus’ paintings. Light with no point of origin, no care for shadows cast, no exercise of the powers it would wield in space, no time or seasons but which, from within, seems to emanate out of all things and all beings.” Y. Bonnefoy

 

“Quite unique is Truphémus’ colour, for it benefits from the transmutation that I have just endeavoured to describe. […] Light is the colour in many of Truphémus’ canvases, as clear as a voice can be clear: it has been delivered.”

 

“More than the harmony in the colours that Truphémus combines, I should like to talk about their friendship, about the friendly recognition each extends to the other, about their mutual assistance in preserving the fullness in the being in the world, on which cares weigh down at times, in other words a complicity which their friend, the painter, knows how to nurture in them, without rushing them.”

 

“These trees, this grass, this blue mountain which rises up behind the tree and the meadow when, of a morning, the painter opens a window of his house, what do they say to him, indeed, what do they confirm? That at times we are bathed in this light, which is not the same at dawn or the evening, as if to give expression to living, to flowering, in the movement of bees, yes, that everywhere here or elsewhere, yesterday or tomorrow, life evidently passes away but also returns, and this also applies to this lonely painter.”

“The painting of Jacques Truphémus’ attests to the primacy of the affection associated with beings on the matter which seems to betray them. It  restores to a major endangered art form – painting and poetry in a single glance, a single breath – the requirement that is in fact the guarantee of its future.”

Jacques TRUPHÉMUS