R Magazine, Ex-TeenArt_Issue 1_Authenticity Jun. 2015 | Page 103

DARKNESS AND LIGHT:
AN ANAPHORIC POETIC ESSAY
ON LIFE
I’m a giant child who has grown elegantly. I love
music, which is my lovely life companion. Men and
women will decide if my holy writing is something
they can handle. I write to coddle, heal and speak
to the deep soul of my readers through their ears. I
am first and foremost a musician; I have a very keen
inner voice, which can explain why I can write literally in such a warm and abstract way, wisely and
gloomily, but safely. Like most poets, I don’t consider my literary approach as being artistically pleasant and easy to live with. I’m at a loss of excuses for
being who I am, for being an artistic Christian and
for being a simple Quebecer from a family that is
neither rich nor poor. I am not into obscure writing; I’m into clear sightedness. That’s all. Let’s understand my vision of black and white that I will get
into through the analysis of the power of darkness
and light, a simple portrait already embraced by the
science-fiction series Star Wars.
I’m only at the beginning of my artistic career and
my Christian life. Black and white are not familiar to
me because my subjects are normally about colors.
My hair dye goes from grey to purple and yellow/
blond. On the other hand, I use a lot of dark ink
on white pages, which leads me to explain to you
my sentimental position on the effects of black and
white in a polyvalent and stable point of view in our
lives. Let’s start with the living story of black, a shade
that has been giving our unconscious a rough time
in many ways. Darkness: this is what we call this colour more often than not. This, however, makes the
situation pretty sad when we think that way for most
of our life. This absence of colours will be thought
as being the champion of obscurity. Obscurity is to
succeed, in a psychic way, to lower the radiation of
light, the pure whiteness, thus dashing the duality.
Yet, if we mix both, they become grey.
Of course, I’m talking from the point of view of a
painter, because there is nothing to fear from the
opinion of a coloured artist. We can find this conscious analogy of grey flesh in the emotional colours
of the face. Our visage is the route of light. Bright
thoughts illuminate our face (which is what we can
relate my radiant face to), while dark thoughts fade

goodwill, and so does the empathy in the physiognomy. So, how can we sufficiently perfect ourselves
to radiate like diamonds and not let obscurity banish it?
An answer was given to me: arts.
To produce a masterpiece. But which one? And
above all, which one can we take inspiration from,
and which one can speak to our heart? I discovered
the painter Rembrandt, who made several fairly simple portraits; but how can we betray our simplicity
without looking inferior? Among his paintings, we
can find his pieces Les Trois Croix, and Adam & Eve
in the Garden of Eden. One can ask oneself: what’s
the point of reusing the same subjects the Bible has
already given us, and not being anything more than
seated flesh in four centuries old portraits? That is
why, today, we search for what comes from the youth
and from our generation, as if the past was just an
old hard disk of humanity’s history. I call on us to rediscover our Christian brothers, to discover the poetic path, which they’ve embellished with their creative fire. Nowadays, we are in an ephemeral system,
which massively cultivates feelings of darkness, the
extreme half-light of our higher selves, until death
takes away our privilege to suffer. Anything that can
make nature darker makes it dirty and pollutes it.
We don’t want the remedy, we want the poison, and
we want to see the beauty poisoned, until she fades
and is replaced by death. Think about sick people.
From the adoration of darkness naturally emerges
the Goth culture: the look of a burnt sad soul, free
to become gloomy because of the bitchy life demon’s
dark energy. There is a certain splendour in sporting the prism of our ideas on us, dressed like queens
in castles transcending the abyss, but glorifying it
by sadness. I adore the Gothic style, but I find that
sometimes, it’s tearing our hearts out when we only
see dark; so dark that in seconds, it takes me into a
Goth neurosis.
There are also all kinds of fetishisms; the last advertising poster for the Fetishism Festival reminded me
of them, where women were dressed in black leather