In my lunar vision Life is a challenge Death is a metaphor Science is a detour The sky a blue canvas Covering an empty bottom O Lunático, Sebastião Marinho
A metre is a hundred centimetres, a multitude of millimetres. An indisputable quantifiable data a priori. A number of sheets constitute for example the Yue Yuan’s Vertical Metre and we
For pure painting, for the love of colour, its materiality and contrasts, for the reflections of light on the reliefs of a face or landscape, for the intense contrast of
A young man and a young woman appear on the screen. They probably met on Tinder. Or is it an arranged date? They meet in a bar, order a pint,
“I saw myself in the mirror!…. My image wasn’t in it… and I was in front of myself! (…) Then all of a sudden I started to see myself in
How daring that this monochrome crossed in the aisles of the Salon de Montrouge! It is the work of Sabrina Belouaar. His only medium was henna. This natural colouring
Nous sommes dans la nuit de dimanche à lundi, je suis seule dans la galerie Éric Mouchet et j’ai comme unique compagnie les œuvres de Gwendoline Perrigueux. Dans la galerie, cette nuit, je ne veux qu’écrire.
The room is plunged into darkness. A mixture of water and fluorescein excited by ultraviolet rays creates the only light source that gradually emerges from a thick ice cube that
My skin shreds the pocket of my jeans, my fingers slip into its breast and collect a cold body that I guess plural. Its rough walls caress my skin, which
The exhibition Debout ! was a cry that escaped all summer from the Convent of the Jacobins of Rennes. Sometimes plaintive, sometimes furious, sometimes even injunctive, this cry has not
