Le Train Bleu - Jat Batlle
Le Train Bleu
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“Le Train Bleu” is movement and memory in a single frame. Inspired by the opulent restaurant inside Paris’s Gare de Lyon, the piece captures the theater of travel and the pageantry of a meal taken on the verge of departure.
Batlle plays with symmetry and motion, referencing the art nouveau flourishes of the space while letting his marks wander like travelers between stations. Menu listings fade into architectural motifs, while paint sweeps across the page like steam from a departing engine.
There’s nostalgia in this work, but also suspense. What gets left behind when we move forward? And what does it mean to savor something ephemeral? “Le Train Bleu” is a culinary time capsule with the velocity of a one-way ticket.
Le Train Bleu
From the Selection of Menus: RSVP, VIP, RIP portfolio (7 of 12)
“Le Train Bleu” is movement and memory in a single frame. Inspired by the opulent restaurant inside Paris’s Gare de Lyon, the piece captures the theater of travel and the pageantry of a meal taken on the verge of departure.
Batlle plays with symmetry and motion, referencing the art nouveau flourishes of the space while letting his marks wander like travelers between stations. Menu listings fade into architectural motifs, while paint sweeps across the page like steam from a departing engine.
There’s nostalgia in this work, but also suspense. What gets left behind when we move forward? And what does it mean to savor something ephemeral? “Le Train Bleu” is a culinary time capsule with the velocity of a one-way ticket.
Le Train Bleu
From the Selection of Menus: RSVP, VIP, RIP portfolio (7 of 12)
“Le Train Bleu” is movement and memory in a single frame. Inspired by the opulent restaurant inside Paris’s Gare de Lyon, the piece captures the theater of travel and the pageantry of a meal taken on the verge of departure.
Batlle plays with symmetry and motion, referencing the art nouveau flourishes of the space while letting his marks wander like travelers between stations. Menu listings fade into architectural motifs, while paint sweeps across the page like steam from a departing engine.
There’s nostalgia in this work, but also suspense. What gets left behind when we move forward? And what does it mean to savor something ephemeral? “Le Train Bleu” is a culinary time capsule with the velocity of a one-way ticket.
