"Shut Your Eyes and See"
Charlotte Cazal exhibition in Galery Exprmntl in Toulouse (France)
And I've shot my eyes and I've seen.
VACUUM fearlessly
" What matters above all in a work of art is vital to the depth that it could well James Joyce , Ulysses
At the bottom of memory, images are standing alert. Their breath persists.
Have you seen the face of the world?
We must close our eyes to see. Where is Ulysses
?
We, here, everywhere: just wanting.
I entered a print, a non-lieu subsurface
Unable to isolate a radius to trace the source of the scattered light
Is it natural? Is it artificial?
And empty, empty
Met without surprise and dismay that I learn to love as the progress of the body and from which emanates a fruitful silence.
I have not forgotten that "there is war. I do not
forget that outside there are wars
cons Brains brains, arms against arms, self against self
I do not dream
Someone filed the snatches of a story.
Is it a past history? On an ongoing story? In a future history?
I do not dream I see
dull blades damaged axes have done their work with axes
I see
Familiar objects in mourning for their usefulness
I see
Of familiar objects for mourning for their uselessness
When outside, we realize that gasoline is not that this material is stockpiled without limitation or love, that are thrown mercilessly when renewal superficial needed a shot of a single one fell swoop?
man screams without warning
No future
He does not want to deafen
He wants to make
A life
Have you seen the face of the world?
We must close our eyes to see.
Where is Ulysses?
We, here, everywhere: just wanting.
Factory poetry of courage to face the world, the exhibition makes the viewer Charlotte Cazal master to live the whole act of thinking. Philosophy is not a prison guard! Art is not a way to escape reality! Together they constitute "an incentive for greater effort to live *". The gesture of the artist condemns the terror of the eye in an explosive assault. works, steps in the crossing solo show of mental work on the stone. Thus resulting abstract elements and human will be coming into his depth and fullness of its meaning. Let us
beauty that exudes from the toothless man
Let us "vitality" * this character
Let us "the power of expression" * a man.
crude Chaos frightens us and the artist uses the letters as the lines of a space structure, just tame nothingness. The concept of leaving the skull puts words in Danger and they focus their ink into a role player as
No (s) tears
block the body encounters the block of empty and man finds his character alive permeable. The crossing is aquatic. And we're sailors floating between reality and its reading with the finding and sculpture possible.
Crazy horse
A broad collar of maggots formed over his eyes, grabs his neck already
The heart and devoured reduced engulfed disappears
The concept does not hide the death,
Includes black and shiny all immobile beings who
Includes black and shiny all these objects carefully arranged on pedestals that look unstable and fragile translucent inhibits any sense of sacredness
Nothing Is
coming
The drawing pen is a dangerous and reckless act, automatic and instinctual. The hope comes and goes constantly, until the promise of life is a matter, a fetus learns to take responsibility for who it turns out
A sculptural design with massive force announces the ability of an evolution
All
remains to build
The promise looming in the palm of his hands rough
Which make up the perfect atmosphere where the implosions are not suicidal but generous and triumphant.
The faces bear the mark of the enigmatic landscape of their own existence
"There are universal shapes to which everyone is unknowingly submitted and answered them so conscious control does not break any *"
The Yolande Moreau interviewed face and explored by the artist includes in his eyes that shapeless thing, that thing raw, intense and unpredictable emerging in the breast at once sweet and nervous human traits
The talk Plastic the artist is soldiery. The flag waving is that of the individual.
Who are these masked men who now no longer defined by the object which hides? How to access the unique landscape of each? Are they men?
One of them left the bi-Dimmension. head in the round elastic he closed his eyes to see. Above him? The embryo of a movement voluntarily failed to certify that an original pure momentum contained in an inner boundary at a visible perceptible. The bubble
insomniac and growing the unspeakable becomes an immediate force field such as drawings, sculptures or installations
An oversized hook and oversized arising as the hope of a return to immeasurable natural
And Suddenly the intrinsic converse with the living eyes of a passer passer
Experience is magic, and infinite
Dolorosa.
However,
"The truth
However," The truth
"Before being a rest
East
** A long violence."
Big Bang
Have you seen the face of the world?
We must close our eyes to see.
Where is Ulysses?
We, here, everywhere: just wanting.
" What matters above all in a work of art ?
" depth is vital that it could well . "
was empty, without fear.
Anais Delmas in Ponytail Magazine
* Henry Moore sculpture Notes
** Yves Bonnefoy, The Improbable
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