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Banana Riders (the way in), 2009 © Galerie Georges-Philippe & Nathalie Vallois
Banana Riders

36 rue de Seine
75006 Paris
France
April 22nd, 2009 - May 24th, 2009

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Bananas, resin, casting, sculpture

DESCRIPTION

The banana has been a recurring element in Gilles Barbier’s vocabulary since the beginning of this decade.In addition to its standard humorous connotations (the banana skin), for Barbier the banana is one of the elements that come into play in his notion of sliding ( “Sliding is an activity and a way of thinking that makes it possible to skirt contradictions and lubricate differences, not in order to produce closed syntheses, but so as to experience their extremities, the two ends, a space that cannot be broken down.” Un Abézédaire dans le désordre, 2008, Éditions du Regard).

Thus a half-eaten wax banana appeared to have been carelessly “chucked away” in a corner of his exhibition at the gallery in 2003, just above a big drawing entitled L’usine de vaseline onirique (Dream Vaseline Factory). Later, bananas began to slip into his sculptures (Paysage mental, Mega Maquette II, L’inconséquence des gestes, etc.) and drawings, even congregating in major works on paper such as Banana Riders and Banana Riders – The Way Back (2006), which prefigure the installation that we are presenting in the project room on 21 April.

Banana Riders is a charge by over a hundred bananas that could be deemed grotesque or heroic – it’s impossible to say. Like a herd, the first fruits are dashing, gathered in a compact group, mounted by figures in riding coats and top hats, brandishing their standards to the glory of moistening agents (cocamide MEA, cetylpyridinium chloride, etc.). At the back of the cavalcade, the bananas are rotting, going black, and some are no more than dead, soft skins. This three metre-long garland floating in space at eye level is a technical and visual feat (each of the bananas is a hand-painted resin casting). Seen from a certain angle, the ribbon becomes a circle, with the old bananas joining the head of the troupe.