L'oeuvre qui n'existe pas (2018) Photography by Eve Cloarec

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Un jour où « j’envisageais les arbres », j’ai ramassé des écorces tombées sur le sol. Puis j’en ai assemblé quelques unes qui ont fini par former un personnage que j’ai trouvé très beau sous tous les angles. J’ai paré son vêtement d’un galon en soie bleu nuit. Je n’ai pas trouvé le moyen d’assembler les pièces solidement les unes aux autres. L’œuvre[...]
Un jour où « j’envisageais les arbres », j’ai ramassé des écorces tombées sur le sol. Puis j’en ai assemblé quelques unes qui ont fini par former un personnage que j’ai trouvé très beau sous tous les angles. J’ai paré son vêtement d’un galon en soie bleu nuit. Je n’ai pas trouvé le moyen d’assembler les pièces solidement les unes aux autres. L’œuvre était faite, ça m’allait très bien et elle m’a accompagnée longtemps. Un ami m’a félicitée sur cette très belle pièce et conseillé de la faire réaliser en bronze. Je n’en ai rien fait et l’œuvre a disparu sans que je m’en rende compte, perdant un petit bout d’écorce par ci et un autre par là, tout doucement, sans faire de bruit. Il reste des photos que j’ai envie de montrer pour honorer la mémoire de l’œuvre qui n’existe pas.

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Outside, inside, I look: everything is there. I always start from something existing and forgotten that was waiting for me to go through it. I welcome and I collect what has no other interest than[...]

Outside, inside, I look: everything is there.

I always start from something existing and forgotten that was waiting for me to go through it. I welcome and I collect what has no other interest than the way I look at it. It is the gaze that is creative when it is carried by desire.

Within the framework of the painting, the space of the installation, I organize improbable encounters that I strive to give rhythm, to make dance, vibrate. I take great pleasure in diverting my findings from their primary vocation. I give them a new address and doom them to another fate.
In the hollows, the full, the void and the loose, I show what, singularly, I see. I love little mother-of-pearl buttons in the hollow of silk waves and I hear the sea, I send black and white pastilles to the sky like so many bubbles of champagne and it's party time.
I like to see what did not exist before and which, without my intervention, would not have had a chance to happen.

The "Unwinders" are born from my very personal encounter with reels that have become useless due to plant closures.

From one painting to another, from "Days of celebration" to "Beaches in space", I trace a path strewn with little nuggets that I know are glowing under the dust that often covers them. Backgrounds, shapes, objects of all styles, from all eras and origins come together happily, freely. Small worlds in color and softness, islands of dreams and poetry where I invite your gaze to rest and rest.

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Painting | 15.8x11.8 in
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