Testimonials

He paints On his canvases there are no birds, no flowers, no clouds at first glance, no face, no body, no object or living being consciously represented by his brushstrokes. To this day, he insists on only painting… colors! As a young man, talking about painting, it was as if he was issuing a warning: “knowing everything is a dangerous attitude”. Make no mistake, this was not a statement of immature rebellion, but more the beginning of asceticism. Believing that what you know depends on what you have learned traps a man in one part of his memory and separates… Read more “He paints”

Dear Victor, If there were a “house of visionary lyricism”, then your work would be the key to that house. I still remember exactly the day I was first confronted by your art. It was a beautiful sunny day in the spring of 1993. The exhibition room was flooded with daylight, which gave a powerful radiance to his shimmering colors. That day was the beginning of a new and enriching experience for me, which continues to this day. The first impressions of his work on me were indescribable; I have to admit that I was perplexed at first. All the… Read more “House of visionary lyricism”

A privileged moment, you leave your studio as if waking up from a dream. Eyes filled to the brim with colors and daydreams. This is exactly what happens to us through Victor’s work: dreams and visions rising from the deepest depths of our memory. No, I’m not talking about memories. This type of painting doesn’t remind the viewer of a particular moment from their life. To believe that would be to fall under the spell of illusion. No, we are really confronted with visions, offered in garlands of colors for those who know how to take the time to explore.… Read more “Leaving Victor Ryath”