Whether I am at home or at the Bernheim-Jeune gallery, a pleasure I seek and find is to embrace the defining presence of Frans Schuursma's works, their Rabelaisian power and their sweet humour.
The silky brilliance of his colours enlightens and hypnotizes me. The staging of his characters (you and I) is delicately cruel, yet the tender gaze he casts on his creatures leaves me deeply moved. His playful, serious, over-the-top, and delicate art jumps off the canvas into the world, and grabs me, gets inside of me and then leaves me in a happy dust.
Frans' work is felicitous. Sketches, drawings, pastels, or paintings on canvas all move us and deeply satisfy us.
There is no petty pleasure with this man. His work is an œuvre.