Exhibitions
- Until the end of August at the gallery Ujlipotvarosi Budapest Hungary.
- May 2006 Galerie art' et Miss Paris
- September 2005 Gallery Thuillier Paris France
- April 2005 Gallery Art' et Miss Paris France
- November 2004 Segment Gallery Hofburg Palace Vienna Austria
- September 2004 Gallery SPP Bratislava Slovakia
Born in in Prague, Tatiana is a French artist.
Her mother, also an artist, passed to her child her feelings for fine arts and for creation.
But if her mother often inspired Tatiana, her voyages to Asia gave her the styles and sensibility that can be found in her works.
Tatiana express her feelings through a style of art made of bright colours, soft sources of light and a deepness that makes her paintings look like real.
Her work is expressed though a subtle angle, where "harmony" is a master word and where there is no space for violence or crudeness.
"With my painting work, I am searching to highlight this fleeting perfection of the moves and the body that can be found in Flamenco dancing."
The perfect coordination of the moves shows the human body at it's utmost.
The oppositions of warm and cold colours, neat and blurred areas, geometrical and fuzzyshapes are all combined to gives a feeling of a precious instant in a dynamic move.
The light guides the spectator's eyes and renders the direction of the dancer's move by shining all along strait lines.
This soft light gliding through a rigid pattern renders the fragile beauty given by the strict dancer's move and gives her a vivid life.
But all is in the instant, extreme beauty, almost unreal, obtained trough hard work and disciplined rehearsal that isolates the dancer from this world.
The flamenco dancers follows the cascades of the rhythm that surrounds them as these squared blue shapes regularly dispatched all over the frame.
The warm and lively colours give the intensity of the moves in sharp contrast with the dark black and blue from the background. It creates a fragile balance condemned to vanish like a lonely fire in the night.
Get closer to the painting, and the neat shapes suddenly blurred, the colours loose their appeal, ...the magic disappears.
One will step back, knowing that he cannot touch a performing dancer,
she's in another world, he just can see and admire.