contemporaryart

ART & CRAFT / CARVING, WEAVING

Sculpture and weaving.

How volume sculpture inspires my weavings.

Weaving approached as a new material to explore.

Weaving makes it possible to understand the color, the interrelation between medium and process at the origin of the form.

September 12

Narrative writing, playing with colors. Experiments. The preliminary works are similar to extended meditation. Weaving has a strong and enveloping presence, against my work with porcelain, hard an white

July 27

How does this instrument end up here?

In parallel, I read Daniel Mendelsohn's Les Disparus. The author ties up loose ends, goes, 60 years later, in search of pieces of it, gathers them together, untangles them, ties them up again, tries to fill in the holes, organize the fragments. That's it. A story that unfolds, that is written in time.

First of all, make a place for it. There it is in its place. As one can say that I am in my place at Chassy, what may be surpriseing. The instrument was reassembled, I cleaned it, I put away the bobbins, the spindles, the shuttles, I learned unknown words, I got used to its presence, I met Patrick Guerrier.

First step: adjust it, tune it. Organize this tangle of strings, knotted, broken, knotted aggain over the years; do not get tangled up !

2020’s work

40 as a quarantine, like the 40 days in the desert, like the 40 thieves...40 is the multiplicity. It is a lot, it is a long time.
The cross, anthropomorphic, Christic, abstract in its geometry, gregarious by accumulation.

We find in this work, themes that are important to me: at the same time the will to connect, to reunite, and the feeling that we are all linked, tied to each other solidarity.

Here I show the crosses-modulated one by one in their individuality.

This work was born during the lockdown of this year 2020.
I am currently working on the elaboration of 40 elements, crossed modules together. An agglomeration of crosses.

With this work, I want to participate in a collective exhibition of the works created in this difficult and for many terrible years.

2020 = 40

THE BASEBOARDS

Under the cantilever are lots of old wooden beams. Many of them were used to build the acoustic chamber of the sound studio. They are probably from an old structure, but when were they made? I don't know. Like the stones we used, we use now and we will use it again. The baseboard is part of the sculpture.
Working on this old oak tree is like playing music on a beautiful instrument. The heart of the wood is hard and dense never attacked by insects as the sapwood. I take it off with an old tool; the oak and its wavy lines are revealed 40, 80, 120, 180... sanding reveals the secrets of the wood. It’s magical !

Paris Contemporary Drawing Fair

Sunday is the last day. In this season everybody is outside for the first sunny day of the year.

It is crowded, so many people waiting for the drawings, quite warm, a lot of noise, a lot of words. My eyes stares and ramble on the geometric, elaborated and minimalist pieces. It is beautiful, poetic and controlled.

Albert Einstein “The perfection in method and the ultimate aim confusion seems to define our time”. We have the right to ask ourselves what is the perfect method.

Confusing concepts. The commonly used concepts are crashed by senses. The concept is not enough and it can not replace the work.

Mérida

What a joy to be in Mérida, to meet with my family, my friends and make my projects move forward. Appointment with my colleague Aniria Nava Ponce from Aforo.

Visit to the exhibition, France eMotion in the Alianza Francesa and meeting with the Director Alexandre Guillochon on the eve of a future exhibition. At the entrance to the Alianza Francesa, a fresco of ... representing the great men who participated in its founding: Among them Jean Jaures, Jules Verne, Louis Pasteur, Ferdinand de Lesseps, Jules Ferry. Impressive, but where are the women?

The oven's opening sets the end of my residence.

1060 °C. It all went well.
Everything was packed by Gerda Grüber's supervision eye.
The last picture. We embrace each other: yucatecan's warm and eloquent hug.
Coming back to Merida on Tuesday where I'll start with the final touches.
On the wait we forget everything, it's Easter Sunday and we are gathering with family and friends on the beach.