"Venus couldn’t wear only perfumes. The perfume is the only clothe which suits her beauty; it is revealing a perfection of which we couldn’t access with our eyes closed. We abandon ourselves in her immaterial arms and it carries us in another space where our skins and our breath have related party.Hidden in the heart of its own invisibility, it doesn’t cover the body, it doesn’t mask, on the contrary it shapes an intangible sensoriality that slides in us and grabbed our breath to irradiate up to our intimate depths.
Our senses are places of exchange. The fragrance borrows the most vital way, the ways through which exerts what our senses have most immediate, most necessary, most primal and most archaic. It establishes fundamental porosity, pass through the skins like a ghost, to whom that wears it and to whom it intends to: the other breath you, you enter into its blow.
Only Veronique Bigo was able to report of its invisible crossings. Her painting doesn’t cover its support of a coloured wall, it doesn’t interpose, it is not an obstacle to this breathing of the canvas that we are invited to feel. Transparent, it perfumes her, in the sense that it creates also exchanges between buried intimacies.
As the perfume, it opens invisible doors, plays with the opaque materiality of things and the closing of spaces. Thus, your gaze goes through the metallic enclosure of the Montale’s perfume bottle.
And maybe you are able to, breathing deeply in front of the canvas and giving your senses to their intimate fantasy, feel that the perfume does the same, and that it invades you.
It is that Veronique Bigo didn’t content herself to represent a bottle of perfume: she painted the perfume itself. In turn, we should not content ourselves by staring looking it. We should breathe in front of the canvas, we should open our secret doors and let flows in ourselves the invisible essence of her painting."
Thierry Le Gall