Acrylic on cardboard – 9,5 x 12 inch – Unique work

Mathilda is stunning. Her red hair, her coppery skin, her dreams of freedom make her a unique and special young woman.

She spent her childhood traveling. Her father, a diplomat, showed her half the world. An only child, her mother died far too young. So she accompanied her father everywhere. They were happy, in their own way. Unattached, open-minded and adventurous, they embraced every culture they encountered.

Sometimes rebellious, never submissive, Mathilda cherishes intimacy, small gatherings, and evenings spent with friends changing maps. An artist at heart, she excels in theater and at the piano. The instrument allows her to escape, recharge, and find inspiration. She started very young. She couldn’t even read yet, but she was already mastering music theory. Hours and hours spent learning, recognizing, and sometimes even guessing. The learning process was painful, but it was worth it. In her family, you don’t give up; you fight for what you believe in.

For her, the theater is different. She’s not alone. She’s part of a troupe, a second family, a larger one this time. They love each other, hate each other, argue, and make up. She started in her teens because she had the opportunity. It was more to pass the time than anything else. It gradually became a passion. She couldn’t live without it now.

Her retired father always comes to see her at the « Première ». He brings her a magnificent bouquet of flowers, reassures her, and compliments her. A true support. Without him, life would be so difficult.

About her romantic life, Mathilda isn’t very motivated. She cherishes her freedom. Finding a soulmate is difficult these days. She rarely makes compromises, and besides, what’s the point? Living alone fills her with happiness. Isn’t that enough? She’s happy that way. Her father has given up on the idea… In any case, the idea of ​​being a grandfather doesn’t appeal to him at all. Ultimately, this situation suits him just fine.

Lately, though, she’d developed a crush on her partner. It has to be said that on stage they played a happy couple, very happy indeed, and spent their two-hour performance kissing every two minutes. So obviously… feelings crept in surreptitiously. And then, at the final performance, backstage, just as the curtain had fallen for the last time, Mathilda, almost involuntarily, whispered: “No, thank you!”