
Marlène Huissoud
Interview
I was born in the French Alps, a perfect landscape between mountains and lakes.
The fear of knowing I was an artist and that I had no choice but to follow this path.
I had to decide what to do with my life at 16, and I was very afraid of the art world. I went to nursing school because I wanted to work in a psychiatric hospital, but I quit after eight months. Art was calling me!
I had something to say, and I needed to get it out there.
Hands-on, very intuitive, obsessional, meditative, exciting, natural, imperfect, authentic, bizarre.
Never the same. But the first thing is to warm up the studio with the oven in winter. Then coffee. Another coffee. Then interviews, emails, and meetings. And in the afternoon, we create; we get our hands dirty.
The materials are most of the time choosing me.
We create one off piece, so everything is made at the atelier during hours, hours, hours of obsessional repetitive gestures.
Ask yourself why your art needs to exist in this world. And stand for yourself on everything you do; do not look at other people’s work. Find your legacy. Don’t be scared of failure.
My own cocoon.
I have a lot of admiration for artists, always admired Niki de Saint Phalle, Louise Bourgeois, and Yayoi Kusama.
I’m mostly inspired by artists.
I’m fascinated by outsider art.
Inter Species.
I’m so happy to be able to create everything I do with so much freedom. I feel very lucky.
“Ask yourself why your art needs to exist in this world. Stand for yourself in everything you do, and don’t look at other people’s work. Find your legacy. Don’t be scared of failure.”
The Questions
(The Proust Questionnaire is a set of questions answered by the French writer Marcel Proust.
Other historical figures who have answered confession albums are Oscar Wilde,
Karl Marx, Arthur Conan Doyle, Stéphane Mallarmé, Paul Cézanne…)
Being with the people I love.
Losing the people I love.
I have learned not to deplore myself.
Extreme Narcissism.
My father.
My jokes.
Love always wins.
Obedience.
Loyalty.
Loyalty.
Let’s play.
Creating a new language to talk with insects.
Nothing. I was born this way.
My daughter.
A bee.
Where I’m now.
My books and art pieces are from the people I love.
Arrogance.
Reading, drawing, dreaming.
Authenticity.
Authenticity.
Henri Michaux, Bell Hooks, Baptiste Morizot…
Maya l’abeille.
No one.
My daughter and my father.
Lil Bee, the second and third names of my daughter.
Fake people.
Not saying a proper ‘I Love you’ to people I have lost.
I don’t want to die yet.
Spreading Love.
“The materials are most of the time choosing me.”
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