"Stillness" by Annie Kurkdjian: Stillness

Its excessively tormented fauna and plunge into an apparently peaceful world, vibrating in slow motion with these exceptional characters, solitary or grouped together in a trinity. All women. They seem softly languid, their bodies are so supple that their limbs are distorted, like these legs, these arms, these toes pointing towards the sky. The bodies draw arabesques so as not to suffer the pangs of life inflicted by others. In each sketched gesture an intention is to be discovered.

Women exposed, motionless and abandoning themselves. They are, in their immobility which is only a facade, the masters of the game. They expose themselves as they want. They take life with both hands that they close on whoever they want. They use their hands and arms to embrace, to protect children, to love them with infinite love. In reality, these women dress in these children who may not even be their own. No matter. Women and children have become communicating vessels, source of life.

Faced with these exceptional large-format paintings in acrylic and mixed techniques, a multitude of small formats scattered on the wall but which you could very easily carry in your bag to take a look at them full of tenderness when you want to dream.

in Beirut she never stopped drawing, painting, cutting, fighting against the absurd and tragic situation in which she is locked up. In Beirut, she lives a fight with herself or perhaps against herself. She assumes herself and assumes the needs of her loved ones, her family. There is no truce possible. So here, the truce she no longer thinks about it, she is suspended towards the future, with the absolute necessity of always going further. The path is long, it is marked, it stretches.

Annie Kurkdjian paints with flat tints. Even when she draws or paints plump shapes, curves, the volume voluntarily withers to vanish into the shape itself. The material does not materialize in the brush, but in the geometric crossing of the drawing. Thus, in each of his works, the perspective is expressed with a skillfully calculated set of flat volumes.

In front of her paintings, we perceive very clearly the mystical expression of the violence of a topicality that makes her wander from her country of origin to the country of her origins.

The small formats, which seemed very large on the internet and whose real dimensions we discover in this exhibition, are just as captivating. Small in size, they are imbued with great emotional significance.

Annie's world is fascinating, it is not easy to approach. She herself is fascinating, kind, smiling, seems fragile and yet very strong. Of reserved appearance, one feels that ideas and feelings are bubbling under his skin. She can be talkative when it pleases her, but she doesn't need to explain her paintings or make sense of them. For her the most important thing is to create with her pencils, her pen, her brushes, her colors. Leaving her, leaving “his women” and their world of endlessly lengthening paths, we leave a fantastic world. She succeeded in giving life to immobility and happily disrupting our certainties.