Alice von Gotha

Hello, I'm Alice

/Unaware of where the Truth ends and my li(f)e begins. (F. Iero)

/You’re a terribly real thing in a terribly false word and that’s why, I believe, you are in so much pain.

(Emily Autumn)

 

Born in France, 1989

Lives in Glasgow

 

The modern world in rich nanny states is boring, terrible anywhere else in the world, and grey, so grey. It feels like there’s no escape, that everything, everywhere, is rotten to the core.

I want to express my own sense of total freedom, the feelings I can’t show to avoid hurting others, my craving for more enchantment, magic, strange stuff to believe in. I am not looking for understanding and wish people would stop pretending to find a false sense in my works on the name of support – support only is more than appreciated.

When I started painting portraits, I wanted them to be quiet and yet so loud. It was like depicting creatures straight away from my own emotion. My ever so long desperation, my lack of confidence, my anti-conformism, this kind of love that hurts so much, the addiction to fiction, this feeling of being lost, all the guilt, all the fights, this feeling of my chest being torn apart and these how so numerous death wishes. All these tempests I hide behind my silence and close lips and the massive mess that I am.

Even now that I am developing my work and exploring new technics and new depictions, the themes are always quite the same. Silence. Time. Fiction. Death. Omen and stories, bones and monsters, often in series and always so cold. I want to show off my gloomy dreams, my creepy beliefs and to finally feel alive in all this quietness.

I believe there is beauty to be found in the odd, in the broken, even in the silent screams that fill my head.