Born in 1947 in Broyes (Marne), his beloved hometown, water-colorist Francis Hauser passed away in September 2009 at the early age of 62, leaving behind family and friends who continue to mourn his loss.
Francis started his ten year long artistic career after his retirement. His first exhibition was held in 2000 in Dormelles (Seine et Marne), his place of residence for the last 35 years. The last exhibition took place in November 2008 in La Grande Paroisse, where he was celebrated as the guest of honor.
In the meantime, he had become a member of the SNBA (Société nationale des Beaux Arts), where he was awarded a silver medal in 2007 for his large format watercolor "The sentries of Ushuaïa". It will be exhibited again in April 2010 at the "Salon de l'Académie internationale de l'Ecole de la Loire" in Beauregard (Loiret), where the organizers will pay a special tribute to Francis.
Francis was a very talented drawer, which allowed him to lay the foundations of his watercolors without hesitation in the stroke or in the perspective, as he had learned from his early technical drawing studies. Just a few touches of colors from his paint set and the magic was there: perfectly natural tones, the balance between light and shadows. His natural and perfected techniques allowed the viewer to "enter his paintings", and never failed to leave a lasting impression.
 
   
the artist
 
pjL 2008
 
 
I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. From the rather hard primary school seat in my native village of Broyes in the Marne to the various chairs - including some rather comfortable ones - I've sat in throughout my career, I've always been drawing, sketching, erasing and shading - filling my exercise books, diaries and notepads. I had never really considered taking up a particular painting technique, but since 1997, chance and circumstance have led me to watercolour! Ten years on, I still don't really know what first drew my gaze and filled me with the desire to paint, and I find it difficult to talk about my work. What I do know is that I love painting the heavens as seen from below, old trucks put out to grass and rusted by the elements, facades of houses that have been weathered by the passage of years, the rocks, earth and stone that have gone into building our homes and churches, objects cobbled together from odds and ends, and landscapes, from the most inviting to the most intimidating ; I also love painting the posters that form unexpected, sometimes provocative bedfellows on walls throughout our land.