2022.182 composition pop art deco surrealist square manuscript painting plate


You can acquire the entire collection or each painting in a unique or limited edition


LOT1: 120 X 120 CM - MONUMENTAL

Single edition. Signature date numbering on the work. 

Original creation. Dimensions: 120 X 120 CM. Ready to hang.

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. Ready to hang.

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. Ready to hang.

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


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ABOUT THE ARTIST

PATRICK NICOLAS alias PN born in 1964 in Mirecourt Vosges Lorraine France


“It’s the void that needs to be filled. The void. Everything restart. We act as if we are going to live a hundred years but everything could stop at any minute. We act as if. Personalities as if... As if it were true except that it's false. As if we had time. As if life could be calculated. We don't know what will happen. Between the chaos and the swell of the days which bring to a halt. A life passes. Stop. Leave again. The cemeteries and funeral urns are full of people who have not left. It doesn't always start again. Don't postpone until tomorrow. Get to the point. We can't live as if this will last forever. One day it will stop. In five years, five minutes, right now. Pretend everything is going to stop. Don't think about the years that have passed which already make you cry again and again. Go forward. The before is now. Whoever you are. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, in fifteen years. You can rush out and buy everything. I sell everything, right away. A creator's rating increases as he disappears. It's back to school. Quick, quick, I'm hurrying. I am three years old, five years old, ten years old, twenty years old, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty… I am all ages and I lick your face with my child-old man's tongue. With time, everything goes away. Each person enters the interminable of a painting in progress. Formerly. I looked at myself in the mirror, like that, from near, from far, very close, from very far away. Implausible. I had no age. I didn't see anything. I made up stories that would never happen. History always has a place and a time. I invented life as it became known. I was crazy, enthusiastic, determined, hot-headed, also full of obstacles, fiery, hard-working, lazy, hard-working but bumpy. I was already writing a lot in secret. I was hiding to tell. Shh. No need to say. Don't leave a trace. We never know. People might see me and hear me and be mad at me. I found myself guilty of a lot of evils. I was running. I was running away. Quick, quick, so they don't catch me. Everyone has their own game. Everyone has their own quirks. I still don't know what people do with their days other than chasing the time that flies by. Fall ! No wonder I am now mostly interested in objects. I spend hours and days there. We don't know what the hell we're doing. Those who know, well hats off, you must have studied a lot to get there. My things are here. You can turn pages one by one. I exist here. Sometimes, we would believe that it is possible to exist elsewhere. It is false those who flee, are pressed by everything and first of all by the anguish which assails them. »


PATRICK NICOLAS

The soul of creation


Model N218

“It’s the void that needs to be filled. The void. Everything restart. We act as if we are going to live a hundred years but everything could stop at any minute. We act as if. Personalities as if... As if it were true except that it's false. As if we had time. As if life could be calculated. We don't know what will happen. Between the chaos and the swell of the days which bring to a halt. A life passes. Stop. Leave again. The cemeteries and funeral urns are full of people who have not left. It doesn't always start again. Don't postpone until tomorrow. Get to the point. We can't live as if this will last forever. One day it will stop. In five years, five minutes, right now. Pretend everything is going to stop. Don't think about the years that have passed which already make you cry again and