Nolf Gysseling Art for Sale at Auction

b. 1954 -

By the Embassy of these ladies a little round, brimming with bonhomie, who savor life as a quality dish, Nolf Gysseling, worthy heir of Ensor and Cobra, makes us appreciate all the richness of the spirit Flandrien.
Nolf Gysseling was born in Sint-Amandsberg (Belgium) in 1954; He took an artistic training at the Institut Saint-Luc in Gent and a training in jewellery in Antwerp. »
The poetry that a child of the marls written by the light
So what in particular is the atmosphere of Flanders so that, from a century to a century, they regularly rise, free from the steeples scattered over the alluvial plains, great artistic talents? To develop pictorial movements that impact creativity for decades after their outbreaks? For a particular spirit to give such a relief to the creations of the children of the silty lands?

Are these the reminiscences of ancient times, when Brugge, Gent, Antwerpen were centres of culture, knowledge and commerce of such importance that the whole of Europe moved there to come and ask for knowledge and goods, which explains this? Should we see the loophole that a people, which has more often for clear mornings than vague suns blurred by curtains of thick mists, was created by learning to pick flowers of light and confire on a window of canvas in order to be able To feed on it, the time of the long winters that numb the elongated land between Meuse and Scheldt?

What matters, to think carefully, it is hardly of interest to seek causality explaining the beauty of things, it seems more sensible to savor this particular spirit, when we find it, when an artist presents us.
Such a present, Nolf Gysseling us offering by offering to our eyes dazzled canvases all of gaîté where ladies, a little round, brimming with bonhomie, savor the life as a quality food, provide around them the spirit Flandrien rich of things Simple, full of tranquility.

On the canvases of Nolf Gysseling, no frills, no pretentious volutes, come to clutter the space of the canvas with their insignificant fills. And if some blues with cobalt epiphanies remind us of the Menines, it is always a garden of Flanders that sees the feet of its infantes.

Farther away are the North Sea color backgrounds that Nolf Gysseling illuminates by laying in the shards of Tuscan or murciennes lights, having no other function than to highlight the soft and charitable plastic of the ladies of Vondel, who, wisely seated on Their chairs, happy to children, when they are not ballerinas straight out of the dead Rat ball, or even écuyères twirling, stories of mischief, animals musicians, sails that dance to the winds.

Also let yourself be carried away by the tender poetry of the work of Nolf Gysseling, and perhaps as we will hear you Saskia, Veere and Lieve sing in unison "Kleine, Kleine Moeder calijne, do Dodo Dewrinkle