It is sometimes oddly difficult to write about something that you have loved, that keeps inhabiting you, making you thrill and reflect. Three times now I have tried to write
Nothing is really clear from the sidewalk on Caffarelli Street. To discover Laura Gozlan’s work, I have to enter in the Valeria Cetraro Gallery, walk on a thick carpet and
Marilou Poncin attacks fantasies: sexual of some, subject to the prejudices of many others. From cam girls to love dolls and bimbo, she explores these semi-factice female figures, shaped by
My eyes had no prior propensity to dwell on Camille Juthier’s work. Actually, the fluorescent colours have always stripped me of my shades. They yell too loudly. With their bottlenecks
