Alison Bignon's painting is as subject to a force, a constraint of time. With him, the colors become deeper, more serious. Certainly lightness remains. And this, in a mixture of terrestrial and ether. And the designer selects colors and signs each time that segment her progress. The designer is the founder of a mental and sensual space, of a discreet, unspeakable, bewitching universe. Exit the crash of disasters. A precious world is there to assert the power of nature revisited. Alison Bignon indeed creates a precious cycle of vitalities, of sensations. Space poetry is part of branches of branches in finesse. Everything is there for a practice of a lot of light. It sheds light on some problems or truths lost in poetic crystallizations. They bring back to a primary world where tropical sad transit themselves into terrestrial paradise, the traveler of which is the most prudent of Eve: no fruit in her gardens - just flowers in fine and precious units. Jean-Paul Gavard-Perret / Art Critique