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Paris

Galerie Chez Valentin

Exhibition Detail
Brain Damage
9 Rue saint Gilles
75003 Paris
France


September 8th, 2012 - October 20th, 2012
Opening: 
September 8th, 2012 2:00 PM - 9:00 PM
 
, Pierre ArdouvinPierre Ardouvin
© Courtesyof the artist and Galerie Chez Valentin
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The work of Pierre Ardouvin develops like an elliptical scenario of our disillusionment. His poetry, often linked to popular culture, comes from a “disturbed” relationship with language and the world.

“There's someone in my head but it's not me,” sings Pink Floyd in Brain Damage, an indictment of violence in the news and media. Borrowing this title for his exhibition at Galerie chez Valentin, Pierre Ardouvin establishes between his works relationships that, obstinately thwarting a metaphorical dimension which they pretend to solicit, clearly fall within the realm of contamination, each trying to infiltrate the other by means of a formal, material or semantic kinship.

Upon entering, one is led through « Jours de France », an installation that takes its title from a gossip magazine, a pioneer of the free periodical market, available in doctors’ waiting rooms. The work is a reconstruction of a small waiting room, a sober space, its skewed position in the gallery displaying not only its architectural autonomy, but also a certain unease. Its incongruous presence recalls that of the small, crimson theatre Pierre Ardouvin presented at Art Basel (Au théâtre ce soir, Art Statement, 2006). Both act as stages where viewers, as they cross each other’s paths, spontaneously attribute unlikely, lonely roles to one another. But Jours de France also functions as
a passage chamber, which can be viewed as the beginning of the spectacle that follows.

The works involved are strange amalgams of materials: of balance and imbalance, order and disorder, quiet and disquiet. First of all there are lice*, which Pierre Ardouvin presents in the form of blown glass sculptures. Each of them is stuck in an iron magazine rack mounted on a plinth that is covered in fake white fur. Their brilliant blackness evokes the late-nineteenth-century refinement of Huysmans, or even the threatening prophecies of Lautréamont’s Songs of Malador. Are they traps? Are they the Kafkaesque metamorphosis of an abandoned issue of « Jours de France » ? Scattered about the space, the lice represent a conscience directed at its own inner abyss, a closed circuit that could be said to evoke the operation of the media society. At the centre of the space, placed on a square plinth, a triangular tent (“J’entends, j’entends” / “I hear, I hear”) is presented as a sculpture. This transitory place, with its interior completely covered in mirrors, is not the reassuring cocoon that adventurers set up between themselves and nature. Viewers cannot enter without their own image—a mise en abyme—giving them a feeling of being outside themselves, overcome by vertigo, in a situation of inner dispersal comparable to the lice in its degeneration. Although the space gives a presentiment of the devastation the lice are wreaking, this is already visible in the “paintings”. They offer a projection space, on the walls where they fulfil their usual function as windows, with elements of sculpture. They display images of landscapes and architectural spaces besieged by parasitic elements, evoking the agonising visions of a madman more than an organised world or idyllic nature. These “paintings” are impressions on canvas that Pierre Ardouvin created using collected postcards, which he partly painted and then scanned, enlarged, mounted on a stretcher and coated in a transparent resin mixed with glitter. The lice appear to have bedded down in some of them, since dark elements disrupt their organisation, interfering with the surface and threatening to attack their depths. Within these images, small, proliferating creatures assume the role of media, in the literal sense of the word, like an interface between reality and imagination. The complexity of their implementation is quite evocative of modern society and its propensity to manipulate reality by retouching, transferring and customising.

“I think it’s marvellous! Hahaha!” cried Pink Floyd almost forty years ago, to condemn the effects of social violence. A disillusioned comment that even better sums up this essentially pointless virtuoso performance, which is today developing on the metastases of a violence that has grown silent, allowing one to glimpse, behind the perfection of the reflections, a mechanics of vacuums, repetition and indifference. The obverse of despair.

Gauthier Huber


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