Literary cycle “Time and the relationship to time

Literary lecture and debate with Sophie Chauveau

Sabbatu u 9 di nuvember à 4 ore di sera

Ciculu literariu ” u tempu è u raportu cù u tempu”

In cullaburazione cun l’associu Musanostra

Saturday, November 9 at 4:00 pm

Literary Cycle “Time and the Relationship to Time”

In partnership with Musanostra


Passionate about the arts since her youth, particularly the dramatic arts, Sophie Chauveau entered the Conservatoire National Supérieur d’Art Dramatique de Paris and studied theater there. Author of about twenty works of different genres, she also directs plays. Invited by the Museum of Corsica and the association Musanostra, Sophie Chauveau comes to give a conference entitled ” Time of creation / creation of time (Looking at reality as a joke…In any case, not in the face) ” in which she will explore the notion of time in artistic creation. See you Saturday, November 9 with Sophie Chauveau to travel through time alongside the greatest creators….

Creative time/creation of time (Looking at reality as a joke…At least, not in the face)

The time of creation, the time of creators, the time of writing, the time of painting… all these times that differ according to their medium and the projections of each artist, however, all have a common characteristic: they are always located outside of usual time. They are times of which solitude is the support, the base and the springboard. Without the guarantee of a few hours of solitude in front of you, you cannot enter it. 

Then, once inside, you don’t know it, except when, like me right now, you observe it, you question it. One thing is certain: we are no longer in the reality of normal, usual time, the one we all go through throughout life current as they say. The time of creation invents a time where we no longer live the current life. 

Maiakoski shortly before his suicide wrote, “the boat of love broke against the common life.” It is indeed the same one I am talking about here. The one we go through without seeing it, without even knowing it, the one that makes us get up in the morning full of ardor, project or -more difficultly- haunted by melancholy, the one that sees us come and go, work, friends, families, leisure… the one where we run in the direction of the common life, the one where we don’t think about the work in progress…

No doubt, and as with everyone, the time to learn to live was first added to the time to create, to tame, to master, to dominate one’s art…

Learn to curb fear. Fear of loneliness but also of the immense freedom that creation opens up. This rather than that? Who decides, who decides? How do we deal with it? How do we know that we are going in the right direction, because with each stroke of the brush, we have to invent. That we are groping in the unknown…

The time to create, which is certainly parallel to the time to live, is however a time outside of time. For us artists, it nevertheless constitutes the essential part of the days, and even of our lives. Our lovers, lovers, spouses reproach us enough.

I speak of painting and writing because even if it is not always similar, there is a proximity in the state of the brain when in the morning closes the door of the office or the studio where each of them, painter, writer, poet … goes. One is transformed there, one cuts oneself in spite of oneself from the rest of our life. Because the concentration that seizes us as soon as we get down to it makes us forget that we had an argument in the morning with our children, our companions, that we don’t have enough money to pay the taxes, or other things of the real life, for example that our parents are dying far away from us…

We’re inside something else where nothing of real life fits anymore. Except in the breaks, hence these heavy days of forcing only to avoid the breaks, to avoid being caught up with the real. Distracted, pulled out of creation…

Beware of micro-time within work time, drying time for the painting, corrections for the author…

I will try to enter the alchemy of those hours when we stir the cauldron to get out, well precisely, good never knows what in advance… 

Sophie Chauveau

Contact / Information:

Cultural Mediation Department of the Museum of Corsica
Tel: 04 95 45 26 01 /
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