BIOGRAPHY

Kc.PAILLARD

Kc.Paillard, born in 1977 in Paris (France), grown up in Stockholm (Sweden), is a Franco-Swedish artist who lives in the south of France and works between Nice and Stockholm. She draws her inspiration from her legacy, double culture, Art History, the beauty of nature, the northern and southern light and skies, as well as her emotions and dreams. Her items are like her, at the crossroads of this genuine and warm handicraft that has been decorating the Swedish homes for centuries and an original French piece of art.
She has been painting for 20 years using dry pastels on canvas. Her work is an abstract dreamlike painting where the colours, the textures and the multiple layers of matter expand to create big fields of colours. Her pictural style is a sensitive and original combination, fluctuating between Abstract Expressionism and Color Field Painting (Helen Frankenthaler, Rothko, Emil Nolde).

Kc.Paillard has studied Fine Arts in Vallauris (France) for 1 year, in order to get a classic formation. Then she studied Contemporary Art in Nice (France) during 4 years. Eventually, she obtained a Master degree in Art History at the University of Montpellier (France) after 5 years. Her master’s thesis were about Graffiti and Street Art (4th year) and Scandinavian Design (5th year).

 

“Kerstin Paillard is a Franco-Swedish artist who has always been fascinated by colours, contrasts and the effects of textures. In her seaside studio she gives birth to vivid « dreamscapes » where the precious light of the north meets the brightness of the south, where the sea and the sky collide, where remote childhood memories become familiar and gather in a vast splash of genuineness. She uses dry pastels on canvas and paints abstract and stylized shapes that seem contagiously alive. Under her nimble fingers the tinctures boil, the outlines tremble, the multiple layers of matter expand to create a dreamy and forceful firework of colours.”

Pascale Louis, director Galerie Art sur Cour, Antibes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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