Emmanuelle Vroelant Art

The memory of my joy as a child when I arrived on the beach knowing that I would be able to ride on the dunes. I invented mini-landscapes and I really liked to watch the mica grains ...

This idea came to me during the period of confinement and COVID, when I had the chance to breathe a beneficial, tonic, iodized and refreshing air. It was while rejoicing at each insp...

The Blue Hour is what I refer to as that magical moment just before sunrise, at dawn. I appreciate the start of the day, where everything is full of promises. It is a moment when th...

"And the tenderness?" In this age of digital communication and social networks, the lack of courtesy and respect for the human offends me There is a lot of...

Joy, the possibility of trusting myself, but remaining flexible. The anguish of time passing too quickly and old age…

"Persever" I have always been fascinated by frigates and adventurous sailors who confront the unknown and the elements I always thinks of the wind and the sea. This painting expres...

I received a video of a little niece of a few months old who reacts to her father’s voice and whose face lights up with a smile. This look, this smile, goes straight to my heart and ...

Winter days with alternating neutral light and sunlight... I love the rain when it is soft and I am delighted each time with the pleasure that the brush of the sun gives me. It is no...

Listening to a quantum physicist talking about matter and light… This level of knowledge, this new look that opens horizons of almost metaphysical or spiritual order… makes me think...

While walking in Japan, I spent a long time in a temple contemplating a wall where traces of time created black, grey, beige drawings… This inspired the texture and the atmosphere o...

"Open space 4" After a long walk on the Breton coasts of Finistery in the wind and the sensation of a wild and strong nature, the pleasure of feeling in the natural elements, being ...

Looking at the peaceful sky of Brittany came to me the need to paint a possible threat that could fall on us. Something dark and unidentifiable that suddenly creates anguish. It help...

The sorrow leads the withdrawal on oneself, I staged the scarlet dress and the hair to accentuate the feminine side.

The title is enough on its own… tonic color chords.

The algae flowing in the transparency of the water. The sense that they’ve been there for so long....

TV reports on endangered species, the land that is getting poorer… The reality is similar to the fictional science narratives in which our planet loses its colours and vital reserves… I wanted the texture of this painting to look like patinated Cordoba leathers...

The moon and the earth are reduced to objects that we covet and want to appropriate. I worked as if it were porcelain objects that are displayed in a window... it’s a chosified vital...

Dignity and fragility, pathetic and admirable.

The open page of a more or less serene day. The news that comes down on us... Phone calls or meetings... I appeal to the yellow to keep a good breath and my joy of life.

Perharidy, improbable light of a stormy evening.

The force that lifts the water and the blast of foam

Taking the liberty of painting a type of sky that does not exist, an improbable water color… it is quite enjoyable.

Something ethereal, little substance, but breath.

"Elegance of trees in winter" a moment of joy. The relationship of colors and movement of algae in transparency is at the origin of this atmosphere, but I put everything in suspensio...

« I started after watching a report on the National Assembly where reigns a cacophony and egos that rub shoulders, each claiming their own truth. This increases the impression that ...

Work on the impact of elements on urban structures and organisation. I endeavored to give thickness to the texture that coats and engulfs.

« After seeing a documentary on Art Nouveau and remembering paintings by Klimt that these forms were imposed as well as the atmosphere of colors and the need to add sheets of light g...

« The memory of my joy as a child when I arrived on the beach knowing that I was going to be able to ride on the dunes. I invented mini-landscapes and I really liked to look at the m...

«In Brittany, this winter has been very grey, very humid and the global climate very muggy. And... All of a sudden a very nice day of clear skies, fresh and invigorating air. It is ...

With this artwork I try to embodie the meticulous harmony found in Zen gardens. The deliberate choice of materials and precise organization create a captivating simplicity. A small...

Colors of desert, vibrations, the sound of the didgeridoo is disturbing, exotic.

“Having made fantasy 1, I found that he needed a companion with very sober forms that make us think of a presence charged with calm and benevolent authority. The two suit me perfectl...

“The desire for fantasy... We are weighed down, anxious by the news of what is happening in the world. I really need something fancy, something light, something that suggests imagina...

“After a walk on a winter day without any particular light, I was seized by the rise of greens through lichens, moss, of what was horizontal, while the trees were still without lea...

“I always have the vague to the soul in time between dogs and wolves, at the loss of light. At 89 years old my mother told me that her great childhood fear was to know if the sun wou...

« Thinking about the vagaries of life, this painting came to me naturally. You can see thorns, notches, things a little unlikely... Red is part of the organic forms, resistance force...

« For the umpteenth time, I notice that on full moon nights, I have a long awakening break and my mind is overheated. What I call a night of insomnia. For the moon, I used aluminum t...

"The background of the painting was worked with a relief and bridges that refer to the solidity of granite. From this telluric force, I draw a great energy and a generous feeling of ...

« This painting is one of the works that come to me spontaneously. I let myself be carried away by what comes to me, my hands work almost automatically... » Technically : This canva...

It is a winter without sadness, the clouds loaded and free to transform, it was the year 2016...

« It's all day and all the time, the unspoken underlies all human relationships from diplomacy between states, through professional circles to family histories and the couple. I am a...

«The dialogues exchanged while greeting people at the market, in the street interest me a lot. We often talk about time and each interlocutor keeps his or her intimate story to himse...

Following an invitation in the Ivory Coast, I get there to prepare the exhibition painting "Street scenery".

Life at all costs behind barbed wire

« I woke up one morning and the painting was in my head. The day before, I had looked at photos of very damaged Italian frescoes. Frescoes are fragile works that evoke what has been...

Fascinated by the images sent back by Hubble, I played with deep ultramarine blue, manipulated distant light, and crafted shadowy areas to signify the unexpected. The canvas reflects...

The layout of this work was imposed upon me during one night, likely in resonance with what remains after the passage of fanaticism and barbarism. Through this composition, I attem...

In this piece, I cultivate a tonic allure to accentuate elegance. Every stroke is a dance, seeking equilibrium between strength and grace. It unfolds as a nuanced exploration of con...

Exploring shapes, materials and relief is a much more complex challenge than it seems. It is a demanding process that requires patience, technique and a deep understanding of materia...

While walking in Japan, I spent a long time in a temple contemplating a wall where traces of time created black, grey, beige drawings… This inspired the texture and the atmosphere ...

In these days of pleasant but disturbing heat, I pay tribute to the foliage of trees on the banks of peaceful rivers. It’s a real comfort to humans.

I believe it is increasingly necessary to rise above the mediocity of men: barbarism, vulgarity, rejection of the other. A dear friend having read me the poem of Saint-John Perse, I ...

The harshness of this competitive world where to be the first is the priority goal.

The flesh full of pleasure…

I want to use vegetable fibres. I needed a large format to have freedom of action. I started with the flexibility and mixing of curves for the fulfillment of creative pleasure. And,...

The title is enough on its own… tonic color chords.

Chronos' metaphor has always impressed me with his violence and sends me back to the time that passes without giving a gift.

For my exhibition in Abdijan at the invitation of Professor Dadié, I came there the previous year to make a number of paintings especially on women and their clothes.

Everyday soulless plastic objects make me miss the traditional materials that I had so admired during my exhibition in Abidjan in 1989 T.he evocative power of African statues and obj...

The joy and lightness of yellow is for me the freedom to breathe and think, which is always threatened. I wanted very spontaneous colors in opposition to the heavy reality of the war...