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April 2018
Just passion
Come in, come in, come in, come in!
The days get longer. The windows are opened again, a fresh wind flows and invigorates. We feel a rebirth of powerful energy; enthusiasm begins to emerge from hibernation. With spring secretly wriggling with promising impulses, vital energy concentrates the promises of the delicious hours ahead.
Here, we have five visions in motion; the magic of Choun Vilayleck's ships, incredibly build. The incarnations of Jacques Salles' air poems and Christophe Dentin's narrative boxes where only the cream of melancholy remains. Juliette Vivier's beneficial disturbances where even the deluge is controlled; and the revelations of the abstract of a landscape that slips. It is a hub with dynamic destinations that lead to imaginations filled with utopias that are nevertheless very real.
Bridle on the neck, there is the alliance of sweet madness with the expertise of talented artisans. These constructions are delicately imposed, by suggestion. Without claiming them loudly, we feel here the inspiration to wander towards a fervently positive elsewhere. The only demonstration is in the power of evocation. The purity of means, the sobriety of the materials, the minimum palette, the accuracy of the editing, give these speeches an irresistible lightness. Fifty years after May, here is a summary of hopes that create concrete utopias. All this is fragile, yet it exists as a victory over winter. Fifty years later, the need for awakening is still present, as it is by nature.
Fifty years later, it is the spring of impulses, the rebirth of an idea that becomes today to be poetic and aerial. Fifty years later, as an imperative necessity, here is some just fervour.
François Kenesi