Leah is a self-taught visual artist driven by an inexhaustible desire for honesty, the first step in my artistic approach consists of confronting reality.
The Revolution is an oil on canvas measuring 195 x 114 cm. At first glance, we find a confused and colorful mass of figures and physiognomies all very different from each other, fitting together perfectly. Looking more closely, we can attribute to this amorphous mass of castes and caricatures a common nature; a disposition to almost obscene dispersion.
Wide eyes, fierce mouths, tired and striated foreheads, torn clothes; the scene has no definite reading direction. Although the title suggests a coalition between each individual for a specific purpose, the canvas reveals a divided crowd, incapable of any type of interaction, except for the execution of abrupt and clumsy gestures.
Raised fists triumphantly brandishing smartphones and placards devoid of any inscriptions, the emblematic Marianne – a fan of boxing – seriously struggling to move forward; on her shoulder a coarse and firmly attached infant whose physiognomy evokes a worrying senescence because it is very precocious.
Lack of clarity, of a common thread, we could ask ourselves where these consciences lead this unexplained project. Flattened skulls, lost and disconcerted airs; is it a questioning of the clairvoyance of our subjects, a satire of an era where confusion reigns?
Truth, they say, always resides in poetry, naturally victorious. At the very bottom a small flower triumphant and discreet. A small detail that has all its importance. Because if we have no precise idea as to the direction that our crowd takes, the small shoot, like every plant, stretches towards the infinite rays of a blazing sun.
