"Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty."
What are the major themes you pursue in your work?
I like distorting figures and faces to create weird, wonky outsider characters. Usually the works are a mixture of personal experiences juxtaposed with popular cultural references to music, sci-fi and horror films and comics. There isn’t a big game plan though; most of my works are ‘happy accidents’ that take a life of their own.
I was never keen on the pretension of art school where you have to justify everything you did with some deep philosophical concept. I think that you should use your guts, heart and instincts as well as your head when creating work. I think Francis Bacon put it rather eloquently by saying, ’I feel ever so strongly that an artist must be nourished by his passions and his despairs.’ I love sketching, but in the end I always go back to paint. It’s the textures, strong colours, layers, and quickly executed lines that are essential to what I do.
Go Inside the Studio of Fabienne Jenny Jacquet.
"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."
"I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road."