On the canvas or the marouflaged paper on wood, the pictorial gesture of Didier Goessens translates the vital momentum, the expression of an inner breath which is released in power. Paintings and drawings with nervous, refined, incisive graphics, mix the fluidity and dynamism of their scriptures. & Nbsp; plunged into creative trades from Hennuyère, Didier Goessens lives in France today, a few kilometers from Belgian Lorraine. Coming from a family that immerses him very early in the bubbling bath of academies where his parents teach the drawing, he travels these privileged places, practicing precociously with engraving, sketch, sculpture, photo ... After training in psychopedagogy, his studies at the Saint-Luc Institute (Liège) lead him to practice an extraordinary profession, that of fashion illustrator (Marieclaire, Flair, Feeling, numerous collaborations with Olivier Strelli, Gérald Wathelet, Museum of the Cinquantenaire, Universal Seville 92 exhibition, ...). Also a publicist, graphic designer, creator of sets, and fashion drawing teacher (La Cambre-Brussels, IFPMe-Liège). He is mainly dedicated to his work as a plastic artist, giving the beautiful share to series like the continuation of bulls and Centaurs, a set of compositions of a floral nature or variations on the theme of the couple. The school of masters, Didier Goessens learns rigor, devotes himself in particular to graphic research which is not without evoking oriental calligraphy or the parietal art. An atypical course of creator, dominated by a constant practice of drawing, which he will gradually evolve towards lyrical abstraction. Sublir the bodies, to enlighten the curves of the color of the color, punctuated by accents, series with nervous phrasing Take the look, accuracy of the tone, forces in balance. Didier Goessens mainly use inks, and diluted acrylics, playing with glacis effects, on panels, marouflaged calligraphy papers, or on canvases ... feathers of geese, brushes and Chinese brushes, between East and West, rock paint And lyrical abstraction, murmur and shambles, love and succubi ... a breath passes. The emotion he gives, simply remains. As if it were possible to reconcile the timelessness of art as looking for beautiful and true, conceptualism and contemporaneity.
