WORKS AND DAYS: FROM VINE TO WINE (LES TRAVAUX ET LES JOURS : DE LA VIGNE AU VIN)
Dry pastel - © Bertrand Sallard, 2017-2018
WINE FOR LIFE (DU VIN POUR UNE VIE)
Street artist: Miss. Tic - Paris 13
Bertrand Sallard was born in the South of Morocco, which left a lasting impression on him and a passion for distant horizons. He studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts in Paris from 1969 to 1973. It was here that he discovered oriental art, philosophy and the works of Staël. These influences have shaped his work, which seeks out transcendence and simplicity.
After a stay on a Pacific island, he settled in Burgundy, where he has lived since 1975. His paintings have successively explored several abstract paths, such as 'Calligraphy' (works in black ink, influenced by oriental art) then 'Miniatures' (small compositions built on harmonies of colors). Since 2002, he has used dry pastels for a large series of colored 'Variations', based on wide overlapping vertical lines. The French Public Art Collection has bought one of his paintings.rt Contemporain” has acquired one of his works.
Street art is produced in public spaces in a number of different forms : graffiti, stickers, posters, video projections, light installations, etc. For the last fifty years, urban graffiti has become more and more visible: on walls, pavements, roads, parks and monuments, even in former quarries. Spray paint and markers are tools of choice for street artists.
While some see graffiti as undesirable, others consider its most elaborate forms a type of art that deserves attention.
The Rubaiyat, or quatrains of Omar Khayyam (11th century) offer a counterpoint to the classical Persian miniatures presented here. Wine appears frequently, presented as a remedy both for the melancholy caused by the passage of time and the brevity of life. “Drink and be merry” is the refrain of these epicurean verses. For Khayyam, wine is “the gate of joy”. Wine tastings, early springtime, amorous dreams and scenes of gallantry… “The caravan of life shall always pass/Beware that is fresh as sweet young grass/Let’s not worry about what tomorrow will amass/Fill my cup again, this night will pass, alas.” Another verse states: “In the springtime I often admire a blooming field/If a beautiful girl brings me a Vessel of Wine, I no longer think about my Salvation/If I worried, I would worth less than a dog.”