- Born in Paris
- 1971: Academy (Penninghen)
- 1976: Mastery of art at the Sorbonne
- Personal and collective expostions in France , Germany and Japan.
In the midst of a composition teeming with imprints, glued scraps of paper, pieces of writing, slight accidents, scrapings, M.F Lespes's painting does not describe anything or provide a literal illustration of any idea: it is content with mere suggestion. It is a compromise between the visible and the non-figurative.
A composite matter made of pigments, glue, marble powder designed to stress the symbolic content, and secret lines, whether obvious or essential.
She paint to be:
It is an exercise in freedom which requires meticulousness and rigour.
Hers is a painting which can stage a narrative, but what the paintings, the pastels, the collages tell cannot be reported.
It is an initiatory journey, exposed to all the risks of any esoteric venture. All the modes of magic may be selected: There are doors, windows, crazy walls, totems, mazes, sanctuaries... The shadow of some being, imaginary landscapes, and moments of abandon or solitude.
A silent life where painting leads the artist to an encounter with the self...
"My painting is my fable, my language, the inner stage where I express myself, where I show the secret depths of me being. Any type of writing reflects the very self.Marie-Françoise Lespes
One must not ally oneself with apostasies... One must allow a whole world of wonder to come forth, to well from within - elements issuing forth from one's own sensitivity.
In the course of years, joys and heartbreaks, doubts and moments of certainty, and the strength derived from my inner world will have mingled with the stuff of my painting.
A silent life: life and its secret harmonies giving birth to images or rather to evocative representations - unheard-of landscapes, narrative anecdotes, remembrances of perfumes, emotions, and encounters.
It is an inner creation where colours, movements, and the inaudible answer one another.
I take up the same themes again and again, allowing them to escape, only to catch hold of them once more and
re-invent them... It is a form of writing that feeds on its own existence."