Christophe Ducoin alias el Chuzpo artiste peintre

“I don’t go to a museum or an exhibition to see paintings, but to meet men”
Roger Bissière

El Chuzpo, painter living in Toulouse

I was born on December 20, 1965 in Dakar (Senegal). I spent my childhood in French Guiana and arrived in Toulouse at the age of six. At 18, I went to Paris to study anthropology at the Sorbonne.

In 1989 I went to live in Mexico, in Cholula in the state of Puebla where I continued my studies of anthropology at the University of Las Americas. The Department of Anthropology located next to the Department of Fine Arts, I befriended a group of young artists and discovered a passion for painting. I have started a parallel activity of painter and my first exhibition (collective) maked noise because I framed my paintings with plush of bright colors. The primary colors are my trademark as well as freedom of the line, expressionist movements and fauvism my first love …  (See the works).

La pyramide de Cholula vue de la voie ferrée. Huile sur carton marouflé. 1995 El Chuxpo artiste peintre

It is in 1993 during a stay in Paris that will begin an uninterrupted dialogue … There was this year the mega exhibition at the Musée d’Orsay: From Cézanne to Matisse. Masterpieces from the Barnes Foundation. The queue started right out of the subway and it was therefore in the middle of a huge crowd that I struggled to see the paintings of my first mentors. However, I left with a loud heart, a kind of indigestion of art whose date of expiry had lapsed. The next day I bought the Officiel des Spectacles in search of I do not know what when I came across this pithy line: Jean Michel Basquiat, African-American painter who died at the age of twenty-eight from an overdose. Museum of Seita. It was more like the biography of a jazz musician than of a painter. Pim pam poum, uppercut to the chin, hook to the liver, technical Knock out. For the first time in a long time I felt in my time and that of tomorrow. After the indigestion of the Musée d’Orsay I began a long rumination which did not bear fruit until three years later when I returned to France. The dialogue continues.

Christophe Ducoin alias El Chuzpo.

Works on canvas, cardboards and paper

Christophe Ducoin alias el Chuzpo artiste peintre

El Chuzpo, painter living in Toulouse

It is in 1993 during a stay in Paris that will begin an uninterrupted dialogue … There was this year the mega exhibition at the Musée d’Orsay: From Cézanne to Matisse. Masterpieces from the Barnes Foundation. The queue started right out of the subway and it was therefore in the middle of a huge crowd that I struggled to see the paintings of my first mentors. However, I left with a loud heart, a kind of indigestion of art whose date of expiry had lapsed. The next day I bought the Officiel des Spectacles in search of I do not know what when I came across this pithy line: Jean Michel Basquiat, African-American painter who died at the age of twenty-eight from an overdose. Museum of Seita. It was more like the biography of a jazz musician than of a painter. Pim pam poum, uppercut to the chin, hook to the liver, technical Knock out. For the first time in a long time I felt in my time and that of tomorrow. After the indigestion of the Musée d’Orsay I began a long rumination which did not bear fruit until three years later when I returned to France. The dialogue continues.

Christophe Ducoin alias El Chuzpo.

La pyramide de Cholula vue de la voie ferrée. Huile sur carton marouflé. 1995 El Chuxpo artiste peintre

It is in 1993 during a stay in Paris that will begin an uninterrupted dialogue … There was this year the mega exhibition at the Musée d’Orsay: From Cézanne to Matisse. Masterpieces from the Barnes Foundation. The queue started right out of the subway and it was therefore in the middle of a huge crowd that I struggled to see the paintings of my first mentors. However, I left with a loud heart, a kind of indigestion of art whose date of expiry had lapsed. The next day I bought the Officiel des Spectacles in search of I do not know what when I came across this pithy line: Jean Michel Basquiat, African-American painter who died at the age of twenty-eight from an overdose. Museum of Seita. It was more like the biography of a jazz musician than of a painter. Pim pam poum, uppercut to the chin, hook to the liver, technical Knock out. For the first time in a long time I felt in my time and that of tomorrow. After the indigestion of the Musée d’Orsay I began a long rumination which did not bear fruit until three years later when I returned to France. The dialogue continues.

Christophe Ducoin alias El Chuzpo.

Works on canvas

Works on cardboards

Works on paper

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