serbanne – claude Serbanne

Long ago, long while I was still a kid 4.5 years, I drew lots of brightly colored little pictures that represented nothing definite. I was nonetheless convinced that these pictures made up of interlacing of lines and colors scribbled randomly had a sense, that each of them
t old a story I did not understand .. Nevertheless I felt no doubt that my « works » had a signification, : for me,it was absurd to imagine a drawing without any meaning ! Certainly mine had one, even if it escaped me. Maybe it was that I was still too young to understand ?
To make sure, every time I went for a walk in the forest of Fontainebleau with my mother and my brothers, I sowed
secretly roadsides littered with dead leaves 5 or 6 of my drawings in the hope that some unknown walkers would discover them and seize their meanings,unlike me.Perhaps
they would be interested by the stories I had told in my pictures without know them ?
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With h hindsight, I realize now that in this time,I did not regard myself as the true author of these scribbles, but rather as an intermediary transmiting to unknown foreigners some encrypted messages that had sent me a mysterious unknown
who had drived my hand. I had only a very small
part in this case.
Since I grew and grew - and became more and more older.
. Now I don’t walk over in the woods of my childhood
by sowing my scriblings,, but nevertheless I still left here and there pictures in colours along my virtual path.Pictures no refering to a tangible reality, and the meaning of which I don’t know myself. . But no more than when I was 4,5 years old, I don’t doubt that these pictures necessarily show « anything » and tell stories -- stories that all people viewing them will perhaps understand better than myself , if they enriche them with their own imaginary.
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Who am I ?
In a distant past, at the end of the war, after studying random sawtooth, active participation in various avant-garde in the field of painting and poetry.Publication studies and critical articles in the Cahiers du Sud, in collaboration with René Renne, then in the USA (review View) and in various European countries (Czechoslovakia Blok, Helhesten in Copenhagen, Budapest Index, Centaur in Amsterdam, etc.).
Meetings and friendly relation with Atlan, Leonor Fini, Dominguez, the Belgian surrealist, Asger Jorn and the abstract-surrealist Danish (which later were to form the Mouvement Cobra). Publication of poems under the name of Manuel Aguelar (Ode to Varese, Ode to Leonor Fini Melanotic Sarcoma, etc.)
In New York in early 1946, around the magazine View, friendly contacts with many surrealist painters or close to the movement of Andre Breton (Matta
Echaurren , Yves Tanguy, Tchélitcheff, Berman, Dorothea Tanning, Ernst, Esteban Frances, etc.) and discovery of yet unknown artists in Europe (Kelly O'Keefe, Donati Arshill Gorky, Noguchi, among others ..).
1947 Mexico.Meetings with De Rivera and Frieda Kahlo, Benjamin Peret, Remedios Varo, etc..
After a long period of travels from Mexico to Brazil as a photographer, back in France and - necessity obliges - concatenation of professional activities in connection with advertising and marketing
Paintings and drawings - musical compositions. My paintings can be seen on Facebook and other sites (Drawin, Between creation, Deviant Art, etc.) Small musical - named "trifles" ("Broutilles") to characterize the importance and value that I give them - can be heard on Toofiles, among others, provided that either a masochist.
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