A figurative painter and a colourist to the very tip if his
palette knife, Jean-Michel FARMY masters the art of weaving the
almost intimate relief of a still life or the call of a Provencal
landscape deep within the yarn of his paintings.
The blues and the greys, the ocres and the greens, the tender
beiges and the glaring pinks of his "re"-creation scatter
about a thousand touches of moistness while preserving a brisk
form, caught in a dense, intense vibration. The more than once
ruggeds structure of his oils bathes in a coarse through sheltering
radiance in which varied tonalities seem to shatter against the
pictural volume. Here, lavenders, rolling at the gates of a mirage.
There, lined in shades, a yew indulging into the vertigo of some
inner turmoil. FARMY knows about the immobility. He feels it deep
enough to seize it in motion, in a stuble undulation. The unity
of each paintaing draws from the ardour of constant application
the moving hues of an awakening, if not of some form of slumber.
A neo-impressionistic syntax carving reality to our soul's level,
pointing to the ultimate nook for primal light. The painter plays
on the landscape, shields it, savour it, and eventually makes
it his own land. Enlightening appropriation. A bedside light in
the night. The inspiring colours of his palette collate the multifarius
murmurs of Spring with the aspirations of a modest way of life.
FARMY's full page, full sun sincerity grants his paintings the
Translated from André DUPRAT