OONA GWELLOC"H




Le sable pour sortilège



« Travailler le sable , c’est sculpter à l’envers, c’est “ressouder” les grains entre eux , et modeler la pierre. Ce n’est pas creuser, mais construire un nouveau volume, dans toute sa fragilité. » Ainsi Oona gwelloc’h évoque t’elle son plaisir à minutieusement, doucement, bouleverser la nature. Sans jamais, bien sûr, lui manquer de respect.

Le sable, donc: L’artiste le colore, pigments en poudre minérale, ou végétale, qui soudain font corps et âme avec les grains, alliance chaude, mate, d’une inégalable profondeur, plongée ensorcelante d’une nature vers une autre, comme une évocation des cycles de transformation, après la Vie , la mort, et de nouveau la vie.

Entre peinture et sculpture, ensuite, il s’agit de travailler la matière en fines couches successives, mille feuilles instinctivement composé, au fil d’un geste inlassablement répété, mouvement méditatif grâce auquel atteindre une dimension inédite, de l’infiniment petit -le grain- à l’infiniment grand - le cosmos- de l’hier au toujours, de la réalité à l’intemporel.

Empreints de thèmes symboliques ou mythologiques, Les « sablés » d’ Oona gwelloc’h racontent tous une histoire d’outre-monde, fossiles d’art qui disent l’au-delà. Un au-delà serein, d’emblée inscrit dans l’éternité.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

"Celebrating the Path of The Goddess"







The making has been a beautiful endeavour ones again , working with my helpers to celebrate the Soul of an other is true joy!
As soon as I knew that they are finally together , a wave of contentment came to me , what could be a better reward!? :)
I'm sincerely honoured by such a level of confidence, the true kindness of the act with such a soulful intent, I'm deeply thankful for such experience.

Here are the word of this sweet lady from Switzerland :


" Today there was a little package in my letter box, a very special envelope coming from another continent. I took it very gently and hold it like a child, because I knew that its content was very precious. I finally met my Talisman, had the joy to touch and smell it: I have never seen such a beautiful piece of craft and still feel dazed that it’s mine…

Meeting my Talisman is a violent experience. It’s violent because it comes from a deep place where feelings are true and free, a place where Women are wise, wild, untamed and true to themselves.

Looking at my Talisman I can see my face carved in the wood, I even think I can hear our two hearts beat in unison. I feel proud, proud to be an ageless woman, proud to wear this magical piece of wood.

Now I have another wish: be able to visit and meet Oonagh, thank her and share some food with her:)"

3 comments:

  1. This is beautiful work, as always, Oonagh! And it sounds like the talisman found her soulmate... I love the stories around all these treasures that spring into life under your hands :-))

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  2. thanks to both of you for your comments . :))

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