Doesn’t one say that “knowledge is true richness”?
This figure of speech might form the key for the evolution of being and maybe it can also be used when speaking about knowledge of art.
Though some, hyper-specialised antiques dealers seem to disagree by focussing solely on a well defined field within art and becoming true experts in this narrowed field of interest.
That doesn’t work for me. I would describe myself more as a “generalist’, with certain options.
Since early childhood (no more than six years old) I’ve been unconditionally and irreversibly attracted towards Art. At that early age I was moved by the beauty in the world, hypnotized and fascinated by everything that surrounded me, nature, life and dead… but, more in particular, by what mankind created and what linked them to the past.
Since that moment, in my eyes, everything became a treasure.
The multiple expression forms, uncountable facets of art troubled and mesmerized me, and gave me a peculiar sense of well-being, a state of grace like a second conscience. To comprehend this magic of inner experience means to have encountered it yourself!
Many years have passed since.
In the beginning of 1971, I opened a modest shop with limited means, as I gave up everything for art: parents, education, security… but I was loyal too that little boy. I would become interested in everything and would start selling everything, for I had no other choice. Quickly I realised I was attracted both by the decorative and graphic arts, for I loved the image, and by volume, meaning fullness and emptiness, three-dimensional objects that I could touch, feel, caress and enjoy.
Today, in my store, set in a late-renaissance house in the centre of Liège, my diverse passions, expressed in different genres and styles, cohabit:
- curiosa with strange, rare and singular character;
- graphic arts: paintings, drawings and prints;
- medieval and renaissance art;
- a gallery dedicated to oriental, western and pre-Columbian archaeological objects;
- Ancient and rare jewellery, precious and semi-precious stones…
In the course of the first twenty years of my career, I have participated in numerous art salons, of which I often figured as a pioneer.
Numerous objects have passed through my hands over the years before spreading out to all corners of the world, where they are now loved and treasured and where they still carry the impression of the man who Loved and cared for the once, and where they mean, perhaps, to be a necessity for the wellbeing of some among us.
45 years already have passed since I practice this profession with passion.
Many years during which I have lived with enthusiasm this calling/vocation amazed that goes back to the beginning of my childhood.
I have, of course, gone through unforgettable moments, marked by great discoveries and intense emotions, which made thrill my heart, not forgetting the human relationship which was sometimes so primordial.
I also known at certain point of my existence, the sterile touch with a rocky/stony road, fraught with difficulties, marked by disappointment, failure, mistake/fault and errors in/of judgment proper to all developments/evolutions tendency of consciousness/awareness (http://www.wordreference.com/fren/conscience) , even if they were artistic, there is no other choice.
But I have humbly accepted my destiny’s lesson, because, things have to be said/ it must said, this profession of faith is related/is tie to the research for the very knowledge, to (the) intuition and, especially/particularly/in particular/above all, also/as well, to many experiences inescapable who ask maybe/perhaps a lifetime to modestly grasp/understand/identify some outlines.
Indeed, the true/genuine/authentic/real knowledge is not, in all things/matters, sometimes (well/a lot) utopian or, at least, difficult to access/to reach, necessitate/require willpower, stubbornness/obstinacy, courage, and luck to succeed/ for success a little?
Nevertheless/However/Nonetheless, today/on this day, I woke up the little boy (who is) in me, keeper/guardian of its secrets of days gone by/of yesteryear/of bygone days, I have examined him, deeply tamed and, with him, I decided to/ I made take the decisions/ make take a decision to accept (de vous faire découvrir) previously unseen works of art with which I flirted for a long time, went bed/remarried , in the more complete osmotic secret.
This, to make you share maybe a little part of what I am, a little of my veiled/masked/disguised passion and to deliver a possibly other to this secrets works thanks to the others which will love them like I love them.
I my gallery, you will scan them, deploy all your senses, thrill, discuss with them and, from then on, (make what you feel and what you want ???).
They will give to you if you wish ???
To date/as of today's date/thus far, assisted by my son Raphäel, motivated by the same passion than me.
Together, we form/constitute a complementary/compatible team fed by many/multiple(s) knowledge of arts of the past and also turned to the new technologies who became unavoidable/inescapable /who cannot be overlooked.
This word is made of “Art” and “Helios”, two prestigious words. Indeed/in fact, “Art”, arts and “Helios” as is solar.
Furthermore, in (H)elios, there is the first 2 letters of my first name “EL” (Éloi) and the 2 last letters of my son’s first name “EL” (Raphaël). As we work together and we form a team. It appeared to us very judicious to combine the sun and arts and 2 letters of our names, In order to constitute a (whole) ?