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Presenting a thematic fusion of autobiography and narrative identity, Powerful, despite it all illuminates Bretez’s relationship with the world. Building upon her signature style of dream-like surrealist figuration, Bretez skillfully depicts complex emotional states isolated within painterly narratives. Utilizing vibrant colours to create an alluring sense of both warm and cold, Bretez creates an ambivalent aesthetic. She successfully weaves together past and present through compositions marked by repetitive geometric lines as seen in the decor, checkerboards, and the horizon. Steeped in symbolism the checkered floors extend the allusion to a game in which the body is held within.
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « I woke up in the gloaming Thinking I was safe from the silent thunderstorm That shatters without warning The innocence of a luminous sky. You didn't wait to take it from me: - My body (and my consent) », 2022 Sold -
Sophie-Yen Bretez, « In one night they took from me What I have not yet Managed to find again. Left in the open sea, Holding back my tears With a bitter shamelessness. - First times. », 2022
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « There were rainstorms And exquisite unclouded skies, Those moments at dawn, When I was the first to believe in the sun, Then you left. - But you never really came. », 2022 Sold
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « And maybe one day, When the blue of the night, Will drop on the world, I will no longer be like the rain, Nor the word: - Melancholy. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « I ran to find out What it means to live I fled from rain-soaked lands, To embrace the wet dawn Without understanding that I had to first of all Caress what has been buried for too long. - I exist, despite my past.», 2022
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « I saw you again after eight years. But deep in your eyes I could no longer see myself. What could I've done against illness And memories fading away? - Nothing but to accept. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « It's not your fault If the roses fade. Ceaselessly enjoy everything: The foam and the rain and every morning. There is only one regret, Not having had enough - time. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « My desire is made of representations Which have never been mine, Those who projected onto my body Their dreams of exoticism And their darkest fantasies. - To desire beyond the male gaze. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « One day we will find a home Where the sound of silence, Outweighs the din of tears, Far from the violence of wine And shattered doors, Close by the ocean. - Hope as shelter. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « Should I have seen tenderness, Instead of the blows, And bruises on her face. Another way to love, To learn how to love myself - Being in the grip of his hands. », 2022
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « Swallows of goodbye, Waved by the sad wind of summer, You were not born here. You were taken from the East, And put in the middle of the ocean. - You were meant to be reborn. », 2023
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « Taking care of each other, As the rain flows into, The sea and the spelt. I am nectar and honey, Pistil and flower - To be picked with gentleness. », 2022
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Sophie-Yen Bretez, « What to do with an existence, Marked with the seal, Of contingency? Open and gaping wound, Much too easy to hide. - To find one's place », 2022 Sold
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Sophie-Yen Bretez: Powerful, despite it all.
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