Nice catch

2025
Oil on linen
19,7 x 19,7 in

Nice catch

She is really pretty, Emilie.
Graceful, slender, and wise, the young girl crosses the jungle to go to the beach.
Fresh and bright in her taffeta dress, her earrings tinkle and mark her step.

The mosquitoes and spiders, a little captivated, blink with all their eyes and watch her walk.
She, blends into the soft lianas and the caresses of the leaves, and her red bun jumps like a squirrel.

The day has been long, she has worked too much, she is eager to join her friends to chill.
Enjoy the end of the day, the sunset on the last tide.
Drink some glasses, but not too late, and listen a little to guitar.

Schlak! Ouch! Heeeey!
An insect has just stung her!
She turns around and looks at her shoulder,
lost.
A syringe is stuck in her arm.
In the distance, a strange animal, hidden under the palm trees.

Seized by torpor, the delicate child loses her fervor.

Emilie, under chemical influence, subjected to the frivolous forest,
Victim of mad promises and prey of beautiful words,
Your little sisters, hidden in the ficus trees, will avenge you of these customs.
No custom, no usage, will prevent you anymore from being wise.

The rifle-bearing animal that stripped you, and drank you to the dregs,
The vicious one who put you to sleep with his perfidy,
We will make him know at daybreak,
The joy of being hunted, and caught in turn.

We are all there,
Hidden in the groves.

Sophie-Gaëlle Martin • February 2025