ROSIANE PRIAM - France

CONTACTS: rosiane.priam@hotmail.fr

Le jarden d'Aglè (the garden of Aglè)

Retour de promenade (the return from the walk)

mixed media on canvas cm 100 x 100 € 800

acrylic on canvas cm 40 x 40 € 160

Les primaries (the primaries)

a ou je t'emmenerai (Where I will take or lead you

acrylic on canvas cm 38 x 46 € 200

acrylic on canvas € 250

Escale (the stopover)

La Chiffa

acrylic on canvas cm 50 x 70 € 350

mixed media on canvas cm 60 x 80 € 400

Her Biography

Not artistically trained. Rosiane Priam is a self-taught painter. Born in 1961, she spent her childhood in the Nantes region where she was born. Surrounded by a large family, she grew up in an environment conducive to awakening her imagination, with two artist grandfathers in their spare time. One played the accordion and the other was a clown. Dreaming also came with a father and brothers involved in the Navy, whose distant travels nourished her childhood. To this, add two aunts, passionate about opera, who dragged their niece with them to Graslin, the great theater of Nantes.
But her greatest emotional shock was probably learning to read and write. She began to devour stories and adventure novels, promising herself that one day she would become a writer. She started filling notebooks, inventing stories in which her neighbors were the main heroes. With her brothers and s The school offered her a role in an end-of-year play. Another shock! She would become an actress, and at twelve she moved heaven and earth to start her own theater troupe. A project that failed despite all her efforts. She then returned to her first loves. She wrote a lot, drew a little. Rather discreetly, but the results disappointed her. As soon as she tried painting, her drawings became heavy and dull. She abandoned them. It was not her thing. Painting was already there, but she still ignored it. It was present in those small paintings hanging on the living room walls, part of the scenery. Oil paintings depicting Mediterranean landscapes, very colorful and sunny. And then there were those girls leaning on the piano or lying on a book! These reproductions of Renoir that her mother cut out from magazines and then framed. These rural scenes where characters stroll among flowers or chat in the shade of a pergola. Frozen moments, out of time, but that seem ready to come to life.
In adolescence, reading a biography of Modigliani made her discover the painters of Montparnasse and early 20th-century Paris. Like her mother, she collected images. This time it was the elongated portraits of the cursed painter, before becoming interested in the palette of Van Gogh and even more so in that of Gauguin.
However, she still did not think of painting. Daily life, the life of the household, quickly took up all her time. She entered the postal administration, left Nantes, and settled for about a dozen years in the Paris region. She got married and had three children. She passed another exam that took her to Berry, in the center of France. Another ten years passed before she thought of redirecting her professional career. The encounter with a painter would upset all her preconceptions. She learned that you don't need to know how to draw to paint. Everything can start from color. The discovery of the painter Bonnard finally broke down her last hesitations. His immaterial and luminous canvases attracted her gaze. With him, she understood that "art is the sensation that forms the mental image." Everything in the painter is recreated. He does not paint like his Impressionist friends, from life, but works in his studio from sketches and notes he has carefully recorded in notebooks during his walks. His subjects are treated freely, nature is subject to his own will. In the painter's paintings, there are not only memories, but memories so real that it is as if he had painted them from life.
For Rosiane, it was like a revelation. She understood why her pictorial productions never satisfied her. She had reversed her creative process. From now on, she would no longer start from drawing but from color. It is color that will provoke the sensation, will lead the image and create the She and the form will bring the line.

Her biography

No artistic training. Rosiane Priam is a self-taught painter. Born in 1961, she spent her childhood in the Nantes region where she was born. Surrounded by a large family, she grew up in an environment conducive to awakening her imagination, between two grandfathers who were artists in their own way. One played the accordion and the other was a clown. Dreams also came with a father and brothers serving in the Navy, whose distant travels fueled her childhood. To this, add two aunts passionate about opera who took their niece with them to Graslin, the grand theater of Nantes.

But her greatest emotional shock was undoubtedly learning to read and write. She began to devour fairy tales and adventure novels, promising herself that one day she would become a writer. She then started filling notebooks, inventing stories in which her loved ones were the main heroes. With her brothers and sisters, role-playing games were her favorite. School offered her one in an end-of-year play. Another shock! She would be an actress, and at twelve she moved heaven and earth to start her own theater troupe. The project failed despite all her efforts. She then returned to her first loves. She wrote a lot, drew a little. Not bad, but the results disappointed her. As soon as she tried painting, her drawings became heavy and dull. She abandoned them... It wasn't her thing...

Yet painting was already there, but she didn't realize it yet. First in those little paintings hanging on the living room walls, part of the decor. Oil paintings depicting Mediterranean landscapes, very colorful and sunny. And then there were those young girls leaning on the piano or bent over a book! Those reproductions of Renoir that her mother cut out from magazines and then framed. Those country scenes where people stroll among flowers or chat in the shade of an arbor. Moments frozen in time, but which seemed ready to come alive.

In adolescence, reading a biography of Modigliani introduced her to the painters of Montparnasse and Paris at the beginning of the century. Like her mother, she collected images. This time, it was the elongated portraits of the cursed painter, before becoming interested in Van Gogh's palette and even more so in Gauguin's.

Yet she still didn't think about painting. Everyday life quickly took over. She joined the postal administration, left Nantes, and settled for about twelve years in the Paris region. She got married and had three children. She passed another exam that took her to Berry, in the center of France. Another ten years passed before she considered redirecting her professional career. Meeting a painter would upend all her preconceptions. She learned that you don't need to know how to draw to paint. Everything can start from color. Discovering the painter Bonnard finally broke her last hesitations. His timeless and luminous canvases caught her eye. Through him, she understood that "art is the sensation that forms the mental image." Everything in the painter is recreated. He did not paint like his Impressionist friends, from life, but worked at home, in his studio, from sketches and notes he had carefully recorded in notebooks during his walks. His subjects are treated freely, nature is subject to his own will. In the painter's works, they are only memories, but memories as real as if he had painted them from life.

For Rosiane, it was like a revelation. She understood why her pictorial productions never satisfied her. She had reversed her creative process. From now on, she would no longer start with drawing but with color. It is color that will provoke the sensation, lead to the image, and create the work. It is color and form that will bring the line.

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