In the manner of Giacometti or Francis Bacon, Patrick Loréa is not trying, through his sculptures, to create a resemblance. Without lapsing into pure abstraction, these bodies and faces do not belong to a certain place or epoch: they are merely, so to speak, the anonymous supports of a becoming that gnaws at and dispels them. Figures of flesh, carrying on them stigmas of their past lives, no Idea is reflected on their moving forms, but rather something else more subtle and more difficult to name.
By Frédéric-Charles Baitinger, 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment