Gisèle | ArteArredo Gisèle Reisser

Artist's interpreting

Gisèle was born in an international family in France.
In her father’s printing press she learned to love books.
Her pictures and colours will shape an artist’s mind.
She followed a peaceful evolution during her childhood.
Her poetic life and numerous travels will stop time.
Her dream lines are harmonizing with nature and easy themes.
She is eager to emphasize their existence with her fingers and, thoughts are translated into soft colours, her dreams into birds.
Nowadays, Gisèle is evolving around a serious culture, managing to pass easily from technique to gestures.
She loves Italy and shares her life between Tuscany, Alsace and Sicily.
Her exhibitions are international. Thanks to her maturity and the thought of her paintings, she is able to cross easily social and land borders.
Dr Anna Martinelli, Amsterdam.

The word to Maestro Enzo Neri

Man’s vocation is to communicate !

Art and especially Painting are the means by which the Artist is uttering her world, her dreams, her reality. In my opinion, it is, in aniconic Art much more evident. Painting is no longer a mere tale made up of pictorial preciousness. Reisser understood this message of Absolute Art. One day, she told me that she wanted to paint “A SHIVER “. Yet, after some time, she succeeded to get inner shivering in her spectators’ eyes. Her painting isn’t easy to understand ! Her purpose isn’t to see the appearance her thoughts’ !
Best greetings Reisser and good luck !

Exhibition at Rohan castle - Mutzig 2005

Gisèle Reisser’s career led the artist, born in Mutzig, to move her suitcases, one day, to Palermo, then to Tuscany, on the Etruskan coast, where she at last, settled with her family. In Tuscany, she attended painting , graphics and art history courses for 5 years. She already collected prizes at various national competitions in Italy. Today she comes back to her childhood’s country to exhibit her paintings at the Castle of Rohan. Gisèle succeeded, her Maestro Enzo Neri says, after a tiring and persevering learning, to a result where the poetic spirit as well as the technique are constantly present. We undoubtedly find her French childhood’s memories full of forests, streams, colours and odours pervading her canvases.

Source if life

The artist espresses her way of seeing and experiencing Art !
Art is the Source of Life she says on her canvases. Despite learning painting wasn’t easy to her, she is, nowadays, providing a more serene work, full of zeal.

Dernières Nouvelles d’Alsace 2005

CHRISTMAS EXHIBITION IN KERZTFELD, Alsace 2008 La Volerie des Aigles

The love for art is the energy that pushes the artist towards a search that will last a lifetime. Each time a work is born it will be the first and the last time. The colors will change as well as the desires, perhaps the shapes and later the artist is a witness and protagonist of his time.
The formality of the techniques is here voluntarily forgotten by Gisèle Reisser who gives way to her imagination and creativity in an almost wild state. Gisèle uses brushes, hands, colors, materials as if everything were her creation, the result of a philosophy of life acquired with patience and strong tenacity. Her great communicative power and her sensitivity lead her to be magical when she gets up at night to paint and she almost seems to steal the energy of the moon, rain and stars.
Dott.ssa Anna Martinelli, photographer and choreographer

Event in ANACAPRI August 2014

The productive notes that distinguish Gisèle Reisser's creative activity are a source of great interest for the critic, as they highlight the personality of an artist who develops a research intensely aimed at identifying what we can define the reason for things.
In reality, the artist of Alsatian origin isn't working on the shapes of things but on their substance, engaging in a creative activity that chooses to investigate the reasons for reality by observing the real itself not only and not simply the external and manifestly recognizable aspect, but the structure that supports it and the material that distinguishes it.
Prof. Rosario Pinto

The poetic path

Gisèle has built her own poetic path near Suvereto, a place of inspiration, meditation and creativity.
At the edge of the path she has drawn the boundaries with her poems of her in symbiosis with the trees.

La Danse du Phénix

Danse un frisson
Exprime un tourbillon
Danse mon émoi
Décris mon effroi
Danse ma joie
Emporte les chagrins
Danse sans fin
Evolue sans crainte
Danse une étreinte
Danse la féérie
Pour les enfants de la vie
Danse dans la vallée des Dieux
Monte jusqu’aux cieux
Danse l’amour
Monte toujours
Allume les étoiles
Entraine les voiles
Reviens effleurer le sable
Pour définir l’indéfinissable

Ma forêt mystérieuse

Ma Maison est dans les Bois
La Lune est son toit
Les Etoiles sont ses tuiles
Le Soleil est sa porte
Les Ondes ses voisines
L’Air meuble son âme
Son Souffle est la nature
Et le Silence ses murs
Mon Amant ….. c’est le Vent
Frappez…….Entrez…….
Réchauffez-vous
Vous êtes tous chez vous

Tableau “Retrouvailles”

Les bleus dans l'ame

Les bleus dans l’ame
Ne se guérissent
Que tendrement
Par les soins de la gentillesse
Par les baumes de la tendesse

Les bleus dans l’ame
Ne s’effacent jamais complètement
Ils laissent des traces profondes
Ils sont là, cachés
Réapparaissant à tout moment

Les bleus dans l’ame
Sont là, nichés
Il faut les extraire
Il faut les oublier

Les bleus dans l’ame
Sont des maux qui heurtent
Qui cognent
Qui font très mal.

Les bleus dans l’àme
Sont des pleurs, des sanglots
Qui suffoquent
Notre chagrin, nos douleurs

Les bleus dans l’ame
Percent notre coeur
Enflamment nos pensées
Font jaillir nos talents

Les bleus dans l’ame
Nous rendent meilleurs
Nous disent de continuer
Nous murmurent d’aimer

Tableau “Songe”

Fade away

When sun goes down
And Horizon grows brown
I’ll be on the beach
With my heart leaping
And my eyes crying
You’re nomore
Though you ‘re appearing
Everywhere
Here rising from the sea, there
Floating on the waves…
You’re no illusion
You’ve been my passion
You’ve rest whispering
I’ve slept in your arms
You did cry on my shoulders
You loved me so much and,
Now I can’t touch
You for ever… nomore
Never
Forget such an embrace
Such a beautiful enlace
You are great
Terrifically great
I can’t stand some more
On this burning shore
You should come out
From any hidden place…
Now, sun is rising high
Deeply in the sky
I was just dreaming

Tableau “Fade away”
Look…it’s another morning!

Tableau “A tir d’aile“

Aujourd'hui

Aujourd’hui
Retour dans le passé
Si je pouvais…arrê ter le temps
Je l’arreterai maintenant
Au pied de ce Mont
Sur les grèves blanches
A basse marée
Ou l’on passe à gué
Ou les mouettes s’envolent à tir d’aile
Dans ce matin bleu et frele
Que de joie et de gaieté
Nous faire gouter, l’été
Les plaisirs, , les souvenirs
Nous vivons avec toi, ta gloire
Graver dans notre mémoire
En oubliant le passé
En laissant le plus-que-parfait.

Tableau “Solimar”

Vivre

Avec toi j’ai tout vécu
Dans un tourbillon d’amour
La générosité, la tendesse
L’intelligence, l’élégance
L’enthousiasme, l’amitié
La complicità , le tout, l’absolu
L’éternité
Dans un lien endiablé
Tu es mon refuge
A travers les années,
Je continue de t’écrire, de t’aimer
Je ne souffre plus
Parceque j’écris que je t’aime
Tu m’as portée
Au-dessus de moi-meme

Tu m’as fait survoler l’oubli
Tu as renforcé mon assurance
Je perçois ta puissance
Je me sens dure comme un roc
Il pleut dehors
Pourtant je ne me mouille pas
Il vente,
Je n’en sens pas trace… sur mon visage
Il fait froid, si froid
…. Dehors
Mais il fait si chaud
A l’intérieur de mon coeur
Je te sens très proche de mes pleurs
J’apprends lentement à ne plus pleurer
A t’aimer sans te voir, ni te toucher
J’apprends à vivre.

Tableau "Naissance d’une Rune"

Die farben deines lebens

Heute hast Du die Farben Deines Lebens gemischt
Sie wirken wie ein Gedicht
Die Sonne ist schwach
Es ist Herbst
Es war Fruhling
Dann kam der schone Sommer
Sie Sonne war hoch
Sie hat fast immer fur Dich gescheint
Du hast gelacht, aber auch geweint
Es war Gewitter
Es hat geblitzt und auch gedonnert
Es hat dann tief geschneit
Als Du endlich wieder ins Leben kamst
War es inzwischen Herbst geworden
Weder den Fruhling noch den Sommer
Hattest Du verdorben,
Du hattest vieles gesahmt
Nun durftest Du ernten
Die Toren standen weit un breit ...offen
Du konntest nur eintreten
Es wurde Dir gebeten
Dem Fruhling vieles zu ubertragen
Du solltest es nur wagen…
Der Sommer war schmeichelnd
Der Herbst war sanft
Nun dem Winter gegenuber
Kannst Du mit neuer Energie uberleben.

Kunstseminar in Zypern Novembre 1997
Meditation uber meine Einheit - Rune Sowelu -