The Northern Wind by Nyulla Safi
52.5 x 52.5cm
Nyulla's story of the Northern Wind.
Tonight they played our song. La Chanson de Prévert. Remember my dearest?. You cried at the thought of parting lovers and said it cannot be.
You wore your favorite red dress and we danced the sorrow of those lovers. You looked into my eyes and I knew we will dance no more. This yearning oh this punishing yearning.
Tell me it cannot be, tell me we cannot be les amours mortes et que le vents du Nord ne nous a pas emporté.
If you know the song of Autûmn Leaves, in French it’s called Les feuilles Mortes. it was written by Prevert and in French it’s about the Northern Wind that carries lovers apart. Its a sad song. In the end of my painting story in French, translation is ‘tell me we cannot be the dead lovers (meaning the parted lovers) and the Northern Wind hasn’t carried us apart.
ABOUT NYULLA SAFI
Born in Montmartre Paris, then migrated to Australia where she joined the Australian Army. Nyulla is an Australian Army veteran who is drawn to the environment as her subject matter through an intuitive, art therapy-based approach for injuries sustained during her military service.
She works intuitively and is surprised by what appears as her hands move and her mind is immersed in the moment. This is a place where she can be perfectly happy; a place for reflection; her own interior landscape. She is currently experimenting with acrylic as well as oil paints and especially enjoys working with pallet knives.
Nyulla has been published in two Art books in London.