The destiny of a painter with his miracles, his chance, his luck, the liberty attitude and determinism, is the perfect symbol of human history.
Baron-Renouard’s painting is for me, each time an opportunity to contemplate this certainty. The paintings are the mirror our irrational logic which leads of lives. .
What would be these virtual landscapes, this internal world, this colours and forms mixture, this maestrum of energy incarnated in a painting, if spirituality did not dominate the hand of the creator. What Baron-Renouard delivers me are, at the same time, the maze of his mental power to be conceived, his capacity in calligraphy, his cosmic sense, his love for matter, and always-by inviting us to take part at the privileged moment of the creation he tells us an essential truth: we are not here by chance in the universe, ephemeral entity with no beginning, and no end, a simple foam at the surface of time.
The work of Baron-Renouard’s thanks to the pace and rythms, the melody value, the harmony in chaos, establishes superior connivance which raises up the signal of the absolute in the devil’s cauldron.