The wind of revolt blows on the walls…so strongly that they are wearing a red scarf.
RNST is the contrary of being an isolated painter rally all the votes in France, the French being naturally revolted.
After all it is the country that has invented the communism, at Tours in 1920 as everybody knows. The famous “L’Internationale”song had his lyrics written by a Frenchman…
The wind of revolt blows on the walls…so strongly that they are wearing a red scarf.
RNST is the contrary of being an isolated painter rally all the votes in France, the French being naturally revolted.
After all, it is the country that has invented the communism, in Tours in 1920 as everybody knows. The famous “L’Internationale” song had his lyrics written by a Frenchman…
The colour he shows is one of the rivers of blood that has spread down the hills of Belleville in May 1871 during the “bloody week”, of the Spree river carrying Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg’s corpses, of the eponymous army of Leon Trotsky.
The red: half of the colours of the city of Paris with the blue, that has encircled the white of the royalty to make the French flag. It paradoxically reminds us of the “Oriflamme” that the kings hold at Saint-Denis when he raised troops for war.
This enlightens suburban guerilla, this sun daze that slides to the east is the distinctive signature of RNST.
Tenderness of the embrace. Embrace of the tenderness between favour and fear, curled up in the arms of a grizzly, in the space between the mouth and the scarf, exactly like the place reserved to the freedom of expression.
The RNST‘s revolted soul is strong in heart. He is showing his colours with proudness. He cautiously asserts his heritage. Humble, he only displays his opinions but shows only one colour.
Article written by : Sigismond Cassidanius