"As much take some colours"!
The poetical bet of Stéphane BULAN is that to propose us to play "the imaginary".
Its work has our spirit to the adventure and leaves our interpretation to live to its taste. Each travels to its joy in its tables according to the "principle of liberty" very expensive to the artist.
Bet earned.
We enter its game, dazzle and tame by so sun and we decline, with it, our clean internal passions.
Delight that its paint distils us to such point happiness and emotion. In weightlessness, associates to its perception use its soul to find our clean contentment.

Since some years have the great honour to expose Françoise NAUDET that, nevertheless solicited, accepted to confide us its sculptures.
What happiness!
Françoise NAUDET is the sculptor woman of the XX Th. century. We claim it, in unanimous agreement with its collectors. Equal nobody its talent.
Pure talent.
Artist in the soul, its eyes and its hands make only a. It wins an attitude, a roundness, a smile, a sentiment on its model and here is its hands that knead the earth and that of this earth exit some the humanity!
This result is the sum of a hard work, ally to an agility without measure, where its sensitivity and its innate tenderness are determinants in the look that it wears.

With the dexterity of a naive miniaturist, painted PUCE what amuses her.
Her subjects are varied : photography of family, scenes to the garden - to the cafe - to fields - to the village, attitudes of cats, day of picking, Briton ports, games of children, etc.
Her paint resembles her, attachante and serene, tender, full of softness and charm.
PUCE belongs to French School but does not request no current. Nevertheless, she was selected in "The Homage to the Customs Rousseau" to the Lounge of the Independent in 1982. She exposes, also, to the Lounge of the Navy, to the Lounge of Autumn and has the foreigner, notably to Japan where she is appreciated.

Some hundred ten years after its master GAUGUIN, Sylvie POLANCO opens the spring 1999 under the sign of the "beauty". If we accept that the beauty is a singular mystery, that exceeds us,
the woman, mainly, would be the holder.
Beauty fascinates-Why?
Because the visible converses with the invisible, perfect with the imperfect and the unfinished in accomplished it.
It has been necessary to the world of millennia to refine the beauty. Artists, in the ignorance of them - same well often, handle some the secret alchemy.
Sylvie POLANCO belongs these beings of exception, in the lineage of NABIS. Its brush is the stick of the leader, the bow of the violinist.