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Eric Pougeau "Mon amour"
From 11/03/2010 to 04/04/2010
Artists :
Eric Pougeau
REVIEW :
« And you could have it all. My Empire of Dirt »
Funny present. A gift between sacrifice and contagion. The gesture to bite sheets of papers, stubbornly, don’t make them papier-mâché. It creates traces of performances, sculpts fragile objects, reintroduces a disappeared magic, as so many lineal heirs of the minimalist heralds of the 1960s. But no passeism glorified here. The (im)maculated works spring from a unique and paradoxically repeated act. Between age-old forgotten times and futures to be discovered, the mark of time congeals especially the present.
« You are someone else. I am still right here »
He invented a new form of communication, between writing and word. Drawings reflect from then on, as much a mastered unconscious, as a challenged fate. And in this correspondence, these Correspondences even, one deciphers, one learns again to read an art history which transcends the symbolist romanticism, glances through the surrealism, questions the abstract. Just as much as it recalls Caravaggio’s rage or Artaud’s wisdom. Sheets that function as of mirrors, disturbing and fascinating, gathering Alice and Dan Graham in the same reflection, the same beyond the sign.
« I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel »
It is by the multiplication that he sets the foundations of his vision. He walked, up to the wound, towards an ideal. Behind the purity of the blood and the stain of the white, a reversal of values appears. And behind the materialism, the morality? Between presence and absence, cry and silence, violence and extreme delicacy, Eric Pougeau, by this work, built an Empire; an empire abolishing the notion of border.
Benjamin Bianciotto
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