De l’autre côté du miroir (On the Other Side of the Mirror), a strange and paradoxical universe stretches out and unfolds between the walls and the ground.
On the Other Side of the Mirror, far off creatures come alongside object-forms that are familiar but indeterminate, like the so many dreams that escape reality.
A luminous sign, a quatrefoil pattern with indistinct contours, palpitates in the rhythm of a heart that beats, and gives the signal… that of an imminent danger, or gives a simple warning of the entrance to an elsewhere?
And where does this form that populates drawings and paintings come from? This form that is recurrent to the extent of becoming symbolic? What life form is it emanating from? What will it give birth to?
Perhaps it is a cell in evolution, of this immaculate kangaroo which takes the position of a white queen on a red chessboard… or perhaps one of these rabbits in evening dress – just as white as the kangaroo – which thrones in levitation between a wheelchair and a medical corset, between a donkey’s cap and a tin soldier…
Maybe it is a body in the process of becoming, or the embryo of a possible existence … in any case, it is the piece of a puzzle that the artist invents, composes and assembles. Installations, drawings and paintings are meant to be numerous milestones, peddlers of the absolute, that flirt in fragile balance between nonsense, poetry, sclerosis and forgiveness … white forms, looking as if rapidly sketched, emerge from a grey background that is sometimes, tinged with hybrid colors; intertwined lines and blood red shapes come in superposition to the point of overrunning on the wall and soil… the overall comes to underline and to blur the view.
We have entered an enigmatic universe, populated by “Pictorial characters”, a repertory of “patterns-objects”, “patterns- beings” that sometimes, emancipate themselves until they leave the framed space of the painting or drawing. A universe that is reminiscent of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in a frantic pursuit of the enigmatic rabbit, in search of time and traverse, but precisely, of the mirror… It is a world that is both dreamlike and disturbing, a world that seems to be in an ongoing process of taking form, offering itself to our eyes when we penetrate it and when it penetrates us…