Graphite & watercolor
42 x 42 cm
«“– Who is Gnami ?
– He’s the one who obeys me, the one who flies in the air on my command. Gnami is the spirit of men. I make him travel wherever I want. I only have to think and he executes my orders.
– You must be very rich, madam Naïa, with such a great power.
– My son, you speak like a mortal, she answered with desdain. Those who can have everything do not need anything.”»
« She was standing there, in her majestic uglyness, solemn and impressive like an ancient times pythia. We stared at each others silently. Her eyes inspired horror : deeply set in their sockets, with a creamy tint, glassy like dead ones. Her large bony hands were resting on a thorny stick and some sort of a shawl without color, covering partially her head and shoulders, was falling all the way to her feet. »
« An unbreakable will was printed on her wrinkled face, with an intelligent expression even more striking than the terrible uglyness of her appearance. »
Extract from “Naïa la sorcière de Rochefort-en-Terre” de Charles Géniaux – translated by me (hope it’s done properly!)
