Avatar.

“ The ancient gods appeared to mortals under several avatars.
Under another name, which will perhaps remain, an artist had made herself known through sculpture.
At that time she represented mainly people, sometimes animals.
From the heavy and weighing bronze, she was spouting out the delicacy, the innocence, the impetus, the tenderness.
The metal, in her hands, was transformed into flesh, animated, alive, moving.
All artists evolve, most slowly, by successive touches. Sometimes, one recognizes periods of them.
Stella Solar is someone else.
Reversal, transfiguration or ... solar privilege of coming to us, in a new avatar.”

Material.

“ Her material is no longer bronze. She finds it in nature. Specifically in still life. Wood, bark, twigs, leaves, petals, small debris of plant life, pushed by the winds or left on the edge of the paths. Shells, feathers, wax, ordinarily insignificant traces of passing birds or insects”

“ These elements of organic matter, she seizes them, looks at them, turns them over. She places them, moves them, gives them a posture. Then, she covers them, paints them, coats them; or smoothes and polishes them. 
Some of them are simply placed on a base. Others are suspended, as if weightless.” 

Rebirth.

“ Under this new appearance, these pieces of nature are no longer mere scrap.
Now protected against decay, they are embalmed, according to this ancestral funeral rite that has almost disappeared. Today we burn, destroy and throw away.
The embalming of these natural leftovers perpetuates the life that animated them.
The wood is planted on its copper base, like a tree on a mountainside. 
The leaves are reminiscent of foliage.
The feathers form the image of a bird flying away in the night.
The eggshells recall the profusion of vital reproduction.The eggshells recall the profusion of vital reproduction.
The dried flowers become, in the blink of an eye, a butterfly.”

An artist of her time.

“ For a long time, humans have held natural life to be inexhaustible, abundant, even hostile. They believed the old stories that the world, like an Edenic garden, had been created to be at their disposal, at their service. It appears now that these legends are misleading. The smallest remains of life are more valuable than bronze idols.
Like the Great Amazon, humans are immersed in nature. All living things, plants and animals, are inexorably linked to each other.
The recumbents have more presence than the stone recumbents. By magnifying the traces of life of the most frail, the most perishable, Stella opens the way to a new hope”

Stella Solar.

“ Stella, a star, a light, a landmark, a starting point. Solar which contrasts and acts like the day, wherever Stella reigns over the night. An opposition that weaves a thread between a difference that completes itself, like the life that is reborn in the death. And the other way around. Stella Solar embroiders a canvas that frays the veil between the here and the beyond. She invites us on a journey to our ancestors and our descendants, a journey to an Old World and a Universe of Possibilities. She invites us to connect to our roots, our memory, and to question our future.


It is in the tears of grief that the artist is reborn under the name of Stella Solar. Just like the tree that falls and reveals the vital light for those who will replace it. The tree that disintegrates and feeds the soil. A new breath emanates from this state of metamorphosis resulting from a change of mediums.The before and after are one, the two coexist in an osmosis of meaning and creativity. There, where she encourages us to explore our feelings about death and the notion of the end in our Judeo- Christian society, lies the invitation to connect the secular with the spiritual.


The found object rediscovers a second existence as an attempt by the artist to keep what was about to be lost. Roots, branches and trunks become legs, arms and busts. The open, empty, never broken eggshell. This approach, similar to the Japanese Kintsugi, is the ultimate symbol that nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is reborn. Stella Solar explores the accumulation, the piles, those places where we deposit our superfluous and futile. The opportunity to remember our primary needs, to let go of our second skins, our bark, to strip ourselves bare.
 

Stella Solar is a researcher of time. She piles up and hangs to leave traces, clues. The copper wire serves as a narrative conductor of a cycle, hanging on it to remember the before and after.


If everything is a cycle, everything is memory. Stella Solar builds mirrors. If we dare to look, we can glimpse in them what has preceded us and what will replace us.”

Star. (extract)

“ The mass of the star is a tank of energy. From its creation, each stellar body contains within itself its own power. He will transform it throughout his life into heat and light. Men, like stars, receive an inner deposit at their birth. They will draw from it and convert their resources into acts, words, thoughts and works of art.

And like stars, some men will prove to be brighter than others. And like stars, the memory of some men will reach us long after their death. However, others that one would find flamboyant will already be horribly dead within themselves.”

Extract

‘’ We would like to offer everyone the possibility to see what is beautiful in the reality of our lives, because this richness is everywhere‘’

Extract

“ You see, I am far from dancing ... yes and no, dancing is my life, dancing every morning asks me questions and the further I go, the less I know.”

About materiality.

“ We might think of material as a physical, corporal thing, as opposed to the spirit and soul. However, material is first recognizable by one’s senses: its vegetal freshness, its mineral grain, its intrinsic light, the warmth of wood, the sensuality of a velvet..... . These show us that matter is not merely inert, inanimate materials but manifest a certain internal necessity.


I like this sentence from Aristotle : “I call material the first substratum of each thing, from which a thing arises and which belongs to it in an immanent way and not by accident .... material is the substratum of change.”


Living materials and dead materials are not opposed. On the contrary, the forces that drive and transform them are constantly at work and respond to each other. Whether plant leftovers or abandoned debris, anything that is discarded or doomed to disappear; all retain the beauty of the world and its movement. Just see and help awaken the silent heart of things. This is what I want to show and offer through my work.”