Colin Chabot <<ARTIST PAGE

Hundred lives, thousand trades, too much misery; here I am wandering around the earth. Ageless,
I move slowly forward on the clounds, one foot at a time. Often, driven by boredom, I descend from above to get a closer look at the world. I observe each era through its curious manifestations. I am attracted, I must point out, to what society is trying to conceal from me. Trapped by my own curiosity, here I am once again reincarnated.

Prisoner, scared by mankind, instead of being satisfield to paint, I prefer to condemn myself to paint. Rebellious when stirred toward a direction, I can’t help but to look somewhere else. It is for this reason that I find the subjects of my painting in the ordinary, the ridiculous, seeing the daily vulgarity which contains a little bit of ourselves and deserves to be brought to light.

But be careful, do not only see the trivial reality. What you have in front of your eyes was created from existing elements, but these elements have been subjected to emotional and plastic constraints. The painting is produced like a theatrical drama where the semblance moves you more than the real, the anecdote, unimportant, once transposed to the canvas becomes enormous and aspires to the sublime.

In a state of contradiction, I search for the universal in regionalism, in extreme, the sacred in the most pathetic gesture. And as during the era when my name was Friedrich, I am always a little suspicious
of the eternal moment. For that reason, I find eternity in each moment.