Chambas.
Somogy| N° d'inventaire | 22815 |
| Format | 26 x 29 |
| Détails | 232 p., hardcover with dust jacket. |
| Publication | Paris, 2003 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782850566158 |
When alchemy has done its work, Chambas plunders his treasure. Outwits the images. Makes them play with infinite superpositions, effects of overprinting, of palimpsest. He further confuses the tracks, searches, scrutinizes, probes all the labyrinths of the enigma. He pursues the other image behind the image. Quest for a seeing. "And I saw what man thought he saw." "And I was blinded. And I blinded the idol. Disfigured the figures. To access a new seeing. Form, sketch, what body now, what face emerge from the heaps of sacrifice. From this pyre of images? Patrick Grainville Chambas fights with verve. His color is verve. For there is neither solution nor resolution without his tumult, his speed of thought, his speed of speech, his Sevillian elocution, his gaiety, the art of expending energy that he works on like others work on asceticism, the taste for the debauchery of forces and the laughter of the moment. Francis Marmande Jean-Paul plays. Most often. He plays and plays with life. His life. Chambas, for his part, tries to leave a trace in this labyrinth of time that is the history of painting. A trace with the drypoint of his gaze: sharp, striking and accurate. To see, and to say through the line a little of reality and its history: a journey, an encounter, a book, a landscape... To mix all these scraps of memory with the creative energy of the artist's doing. This is how I see this friend who paints a little like one drowns. All of it. Michel Dieuzaide
When alchemy has done its work, Chambas plunders his treasure. Outwits the images. Makes them play with infinite superpositions, effects of overprinting, of palimpsest. He further confuses the tracks, searches, scrutinizes, probes all the labyrinths of the enigma. He pursues the other image behind the image. Quest for a seeing. "And I saw what man thought he saw." "And I was blinded. And I blinded the idol. Disfigured the figures. To access a new seeing. Form, sketch, what body now, what face emerge from the heaps of sacrifice. From this pyre of images? Patrick Grainville Chambas fights with verve. His color is verve. For there is neither solution nor resolution without his tumult, his speed of thought, his speed of speech, his Sevillian elocution, his gaiety, the art of expending energy that he works on like others work on asceticism, the taste for the debauchery of forces and the laughter of the moment. Francis Marmande Jean-Paul plays. Most often. He plays and plays with life. His life. Chambas, for his part, tries to leave a trace in this labyrinth of time that is the history of painting. A trace with the drypoint of his gaze: sharp, striking and accurate. To see, and to say through the line a little of reality and its history: a journey, an encounter, a book, a landscape... To mix all these scraps of memory with the creative energy of the artist's doing. This is how I see this friend who paints a little like one drowns. All of it. Michel Dieuzaide