2022.133 Patrick Nicolas journal handwritten French English pop art deco Monaco


ABOUT THE WORK

Original physical prints, dated numbered signed, made from a digital file 


ABOUT THE ARTIST

PATRICK NICOLAS born in 1964 in Mirecourt Vosges Lorraine France

Digital techniques: collage, drawing, writing, painting, photography


LOT1: 120 X 120 CM - MONUMENTAL

Single print. Signature date numbering on the work. 

Original creation. Dimensions: 120 X 120 CM. With hanging system.

Materials: fine art print on paper, glued under acrylic glass, lamination on metal plate.


LOT2: 60 X 60 CM - MEDIUM

Limited edition of 4 copies. Signature date numbering on the work. 

Original creation. Dimensions: 60 X 60 CM. With hanging system.

Materials: fine art print on paper, glued under acrylic glass, lamination on metal plate.


LOT3: 30 X 30 CM - MINIATURE

Limited edition of 6 copies. Signature date numbering on the work.

Original creation. Size: 30 X 30 CM. With hanging system.

Materials: fine art print on paper, glued under acrylic glass, lamination on metal plate.


DIGITAL EXPERIENCE

You buy and pay, you place an order for an original numbered print

A proof is sent to a specialized laboratory for production and shipping


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Certificates of authenticity invoices issued to each buyer

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PATRICK NICOLAS

The soul of creation


Model N170


TEXT TO WORK


“It’s despair that makes people talk. The bottom of the hole. The despair. We don't know how to say, so we don't say. Sometimes a sentence wanders and images are turned upside down. Tell, perhaps. The question is often approached in the negative. The negative of the story. What to start with ? We don't know what happened. The page appears black. I can not talk. I don't have this power. To say what is, no, I don't have the right. Then it comes back. I can't write. Then someone is there. It's forbidden. We can't say it again and it starts to get quiet again. Then it will come back again. I am going to tell you. I have no idea. We go back to it, then we think it doesn't add up to anything. It is forbidden and unprecedented. We're looking for each other there. The page and listening to the other seem elsewhere. We take this risk. Face to face. I will tell you. I experienced something. I tell. I'll come back to it. Always the same way. I am a leaf on a board. I'm shaking. I am an object. You can see. I live here. You come back to see me. I live here. I just had that to say. » ©PN

“It’s despair that makes people talk. The bottom of the hole. The despair. We don't know how to say, so we don't say. Sometimes a sentence wanders and images are turned upside down. Tell, perhaps. The question is often approached in the negative. The negative of the story. What to start with ? We don't know what happened. The page appears black. I can not talk. I don't have this power. To say what is, no, I don't have the right. Then it comes back. I can't write. Then someone is there. It's forbidden. We can't say it again and it starts to get quiet again. Then it will come back again. I am going to tell you. I have no idea. We go back to it, then we think it doesn't add up to anything. It is forbidden and unprecedented. We're looking for each other there. The page and listening to the oth