Thursday, March 29, 2018

Venus Bangor

Leaving Egypt from Bangor

Venus Bangor had a bus ticket that was about five feet long or more. Popeye was a story teller, telling all kind of stories, stories of his life, a story man. And there was Nice Guy who detached from the crowd and who was heading Fayetteville, North Carolina also with a three feet long bus ticket. We were all going to New York. 

 Canada, was Dad, Mom and their daughter, shaped as one, and were on their way to Florida for vacation, nice and sweet family. Daphnée Butterfly was sitting on the stairs and La Nina was standing next to the stairway conversing together. All the other passengers and myself were standing outside of a building waiting for a bus. Just to make connection I asked Nice Guy if the bus on the parking was our bus. With a New York accent he responded "I never saw a Greyhound bus with that much colors", Canada, all of them, laughed. Popeye and Nice Guy talked for a while.

Venus Bangor was wearing a medium grey fleece suit. She was tall, you couldn’t tell her age, she was neither young neither old but younger than me, a little over weight, looking tired, but present, carrying three suitcases. Popeye was tall and skinny, he looked as if he had a long adventurous life, and he wore a white sailor cap, a leather suit and bright red shiny shoes. Popeye and Venus Bangor became best friends instantly. 

Nice Guy entertained Canada. He had just left is wife Forever, "forever" he said "I am never going back, this is all my belongings" pointing few bags and a large suitcase. He wore a light grey sweater, no jacket, a stylish black jogging and white new sneakers, “she can keep the sofa and every time she sits on it she will be thinking of me”. More stories of the past came up, he knew how to entertain his public. He was born in New York, lived in Atlanta and Houston. He loved Houston, life was very expensive though, and he moved to Maine ten years ago and now was looking to reunite with his family in Fayetteville. His daughter was expecting. Canada more precisely New Brunswick, had made a reservation in a hotel in Florida, mom started to get worry about not getting there in time. We all started to question why the bus still wasn’t there. Each of us found a way to make the time disappear, each of us started to know a little something about each other’s. 
After an hour and half Venus Bangor and Popeye had already smoked ten each, Venus standing, Popeye sitting like a baseball catcher. He opened his suitcase and pulled out some old notebooks, what he was trying to show to his new encounter, I don’t know.  They moved then in the building and seated together on a bench. Daphnée Butterfly and La Nina were still on the stairway. Now La Nina had climbed higher than Daphnée Butterfly,  Nice Guy joined them and they smoked a pot together with Old Joe the outsider. I thought it is funny how people associate together without knowing each other. On the parking lot of Dysart’s a new club had formed while waiting for a bus. We all new a little more about each other. 

Captain Red Peacock was like a sphinx, up in the front, standing, tall blond, blue eyes, looking tired, looking like the features her life had drawn on her face, three suitcases, dressed with a bright red peacock coat and boot cut blue jeans, I knew now that she was taking this bus several times a year, “usually the bus is on time” she added.

It’s two hours later, I got distracted. Daphnée Butterfly is charging her phone in the hall way, the Captain Red Peacock, blond hair, blue eyes, is sitting on the bench by the laundry soap dispenser. The Log a young guy, told Canada, the daughter, to look up on line if the bus was somewhere. The bus was in Bangor, apparently, but didn’t changed its position on the map since she was looking.  Venus Bangor and Old Popeye migrated like birds on the stairway, still best friends. I watch Venus Bangor opening her suitcase and pull out whips that she showed to Old Popeye. She is standing in front of him, he sits on a step.  Long whip, short whip, she moves them in the air and shows Old Popeye how the whip circles her tight, she whipped herself gently. Old Popeye lean on his elbow, delighted. Nice Guy went inside by the laundry room, a painter was painting the frame of the door. Outside a guy was pushing a big container of garbage and empty it in a big truck. It remind me the lady pulling her suitcase in a film by Orson Welles, after Kafka’s novel, The Trial.

I found room on the ground to put down my bag next to where the snow had melt. I pull out my sketch book and thought I have to document this. Every scene felt unique. Every passenger seemed to hide a little story in their suitcases. The outline of their body was like the dust jacket of their book. I did one quick sketches in pen and ink and memorized the scene to draw it later, I was tempted to take pictures but I didn’t, I like to draw from memory anyway, it always translates better the real feeling without being lost in details.  

Two hours ago Old Popeye walked on the parking lot to catch a bus, he hold two sticks in his hands one in wood, the other one pink, the sticks were the objects of attention of every passengers waiting for a bus. He walked to us as if he had known us forever, he walked into a space with no boundaries, fences melted, he walked with stories flowing to our ears, and Nice Guy, Canada, Venus Bangor, The Log, Old Joe, Daphnée Butterfly, La Nina, Captain Red Peacock all of us were having a time-out on a parking lot waiting for a bus that never came. 

As a good bye, I told Nice Guy "I don’t think the bus is coming" and asked him if he was going to go back to his abusive wife, he said, "Never!"

Thursday, March 15, 2018


Hilbert’s major work consists of sculpture for public space. As a classically trained artist, she also receives regular commission work in painting and drawing.
Of her many public and private commissions; some are permanent installations. “Talma”, a 7-foot bronze sculpture is installed in the public square of the Theatre of the Valley of L’Yerres, in Brunoy, France. A pair of 4-foot bronze relief sculptures entitled ”The Calling” are installed at the Georgetown University Medical School building in Washington DC. Her work is currently represented by Gallery Vallois, Paris, France.
Her artistic education began at the age of seven, when she was taught by her grandfather, the late artist, Jaro Hilbert. From him, she received a thorough education in the classical tradition.
She continued her formal studies at the Ecole Nationale Superieure des Beaux Arts de Paris, France; at The Academy of Art of The Newington Cropsey Foundation, Hastings on Hudson, NY; and at The Art Students League of New York. She was awarded an Edward G. McDowell Travel Grant from the Art Students League of New York in 2002.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Group Exhibition "Shelter" @ Square Gallery - Gardener - Maine

Group Exhibition "Shelter" @ Square Gallery, Gardener, Maine, in collaboration with Waterfall Arts, Belfast, Maine
(bellow is my piece)

At the "Southwest Harbor Dump Club" diner is served Monday to Friday 8:00 am - 5:00 pm / Saturday 8:00 - 3:00
Seagull #1: - Clams was my favorite childhood food
Seagull #2: - We always ate crab
Seagull #3: - Small fish
Seagull #4: - And lobster, oye! Lobster was the best!

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Old Work / New Work

Old Work / New Work 
presented in collaboration with Art in Public Spaces, LLC
at the Northeast Harbor Library, 1 Joy Rd, Northeast Harbor, ME · (207) 276-333
from November 1st to November 30th
Opening night Monday November 13th from 5 - 7pm

Friday, September 1, 2017


New exhibition

From Paris to New York to Mount Desert Island 

at the Jesup Memorial Library, 34 Mount Desert Street, Bar Harbor, ME 04609

from September 1st to September 30th

Opening night Friday September 1st, 6 - 9pm

Friday, June 2, 2017


 May 25 - June 12 2017
"MDI open"
at Shaw Gallery
126 Main Street, 
Northeast Harbor, Maine 04662

 "Still and Yet"
44 X 44 inches

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Mount Desert Island, MAINE



 These maquettes are part of a proposal for a public commission in Montpellier (South France)

France Hilbert (c)
Jaurès - Paris, 2009
19 inches high ( 48 cm)

France Hilbert (c)
Lenine - Paris, 2009
19 inches high (48

France Hilbert (c)
De Gaulle - Paris, 2009

20 inches high (50 cm)

France Hilbert (c)
Roosevelt - Paris, 2009
14 inches high ( 36 cm)

France Hilbert (c)
Churchill - Paris, 2009
19 inches high (48 cm)