Escenas de cine

 

She (La signora di tutti), 2014
Oil and pastel crayon on cotton, 120x180x5 cm
Note: In honour of Max Ophüls [1934]

Reference: 142201

American Legend, 2005, Acrylic on cotton, 21x17x5&21x15x5&21x17x5cm,  
Reference: 053635-37

American Legend 1, 2005,
Acrylic on cotton, 21x17x5 cm,
Reference: 053635

He kissed me in the neck, 2008,
Oil on cotton, 20x40x5 cm,
Ref. 083404

Horseplay nr. 3, 2007, Oil on cotton, 20x30x5 cm, Ref. 073414

Crime passionel, 2007, Oil on cotton26x38x5 cm, Reference: 073422

Crime, Oil on cotton, 20x20x5 - 20x26x5 - 20x16x5 cm, Ref. 043613-14-15

Fellini's Roma I, 2009,
Oil on cotton, 20x30x5 cm

[093429]

[093430]

Fellini's Roma II, 2009,
Oil on cotton, 20x30x5 cm

[093431]
Fellini's Roma III, 2009,
Oil on cotton, 20x30x5 cm

Buñuel entre "Los Olvidados" y "La via Lactea", 2010,
Oil and acrylic on cotton, 40x58x5 cm,
Reference: 103431

Love at the top nr. 2, 2008,
Oil on cotton, 30x28x5 cm,
Reference: 083433

Revenche, 2009, Acrylic on cotton, 30x90x5 cm, Reference: 093414

Anouk Aimee et Marc Michel dans Lola, 2013
Oil on cotton, 20x38x5 cm, each panel
Note: 08-10 triptych total height 64 cm

I did not want you to think badly of me, 2013

Reference: 133408-10

222501-02

Billie Holliday – Strange Fruit, 2022, Oil on Cotton, 150x195

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

In March 1939, a 23-year-old Billie Holiday walked up to the mic at West 4th's Cafe Society in New York City to sing her final song of the night. Per her request, the waiters stopped serving and the room went completely black, save for a spotlight on her face. And then she sang, softly in her raw and emotional voice: "Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees..."

When Holiday finished, the spotlight turned off. When the lights came back on, the stage was empty. She was gone. And per her request, there was no encore.

This was how Holiday performed "Strange Fruit," which she would determinedly sing for the next 20 years until her untimely death at the age of 44. Holiday may have popularized "Strange Fruit" and turned it into a work of art, but it was a Jewish communist teacher and civil rights activist from the Bronx, Abel Meeropol, who wrote it, first as a poem, then later as a song.