Philippe Loubat

Philippe Loubat was born in Montpellier in the early sixties and he’s been creating ever since he could hold a brush. Music, photography, fashion design, he tried it all but painting won. For thirty years he’s given himself over to it body and soul. His world is colourfull, poetic, romantic. Love, human relations, mythology, dreams, the circus, music, art history. He pulls from everything. Fellini, Murakami, Tim Burton, “Alice in Wonderland.” You look at his canvases and it’s like stepping into a daydream where people float because he’s painting their soul, not their body.

He once said “I like it when painting surprises me. I just observe. I let myself be carried away.” And you can feel that. He doesn’t overthink. He absorbs whatever he sees, whatever he lives, and then lets his unconscious guide the brush. Critics say he poeticizes reality, softens it to make it beautiful. He admits it. He says we all create reality together and he chooses to make it positive, romantic. His characters drift across the canvas like they’re weightless. That’s not bad technique. That’s him painting what’s inside. His work hangs in galleries from New York to Bahia, but honestly it feels like it belongs in a quiet room where you can let your own mind wander.

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