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Rosiane Priam Biography:
| Biographical information for Rosiane Priam can be found below. The artist may choose what information to display. Sometimes the artist chooses not to display personal information to the general public. |
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Age
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46
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| Gender |
Female
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| Status |
Married
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| Children |
3
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| Religion |
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| Education |
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| Hobbies / Interests |
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| Favorite Artistic Medium |
Painting Acrylic
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| Favorite Arthistory Movement |
Abstract Expressionism - (1940 - 1955)
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| Favorite Visual Artist |
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| Favorite Work of Art |
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| Biggest Artistic Inspiration |
If I work for the moment I rarely end a picture in an instant. It is often the fruit of one walls up gestation. Begun, abandoned, destructuré it defies me whole days, weeks even months before the history between him and me starts again. A long history of love and désamour where unfaithful mistress I abandon it as soon as it has me gave everything to me.
Insatiable I already have eyes turned to another picture which waits me for right-hand side on its easel, ready to attract me towards a new adventure. An adventure loaded with colours and feelings, different from the previous one in spite of its flavor of already seen and of already lived. |
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| Why Did You Become An Artist |
Attracted by the artistic metiers but without ever daring to go out of my domestic circle, it was necessary that I to wait for a meeting to decide on me to share these feelings. Since it is the new adventure which begins... |
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| Your Personal Biography |
It is in Nantes that I was born by beautiful an afternoon from June 1961. My father after several turns of the world, in stopover on the edges of the Loire, decided to pose his bundle. He found woman, children and firm ground. I thus grown in the middle of brothers, sisters, cousins, cousins, uncles and aunts, the great family what! My elder being boys, it is quite naturally that they followed the way of the father. They engaged in their turn in the Royal one. I remember this blue sphere with which my mother of the end of the finger showed us their courses. And of the magic, mysterious words sounded with our ears: Diego Suarez, Hokkaido, Fiji islands, the Cap Verde, PAPEETE, Marchionesses… And this enamelled iron trunk until we wait impatiently. Magic moment that that where our brothers authorized us to open it. It contained fabulous treasures come from remote countries: headstocks with the dye chechmate and the coloured dresses, collars, shells, shawls Indians… I left then in my turn to the other end the world, towards all these mysterious regions. On our premises they was the men who travelled also I found a means of leaving in my turn thanks to paper and the pencil. While growing I forsook little by little these escapes. I closed again the large green trunk slowly and gave up it with the attic family. It is only well later that I reopened it. A brush had slipped between my fingers. Such my father, such my brothers, I taken again my bundle and embarked on the first come fabric. The fever of the voyages had just grabbed me again. Since each table is a new port, a new stopover…
Rosiane Priam
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