Mon Cœur Mis à Nu
Opening Saturday 29 June at 7 PM at THE STORAGE :
Address of the Exhibition : 38 Avenue du fond de vaux, 95310 Saint-Ouen-l'Aumône
Frédérick Mouraux is pleased to invite you to the opening of the exhibition by Philippe Pasqua
“Mon cœur mis à nu” at THE STORAGE, close to Paris, at Saint-Ouen-l’Aumône
A discussion with art historian Paul Ardenne begins at 8pm.
Draughtsman, painter and sculptor Philippe Pasqua (Grasse, 1965) has been ploughing an eminently personal path since the 1980s. Developed in solitude far from the hustle and bustle of cultural fashions, his work now includes thousands of references and is built on a question that is as simple as it is haunting: what does it mean to live and how do you give shape to your own life? For this hermit-artist, who has turned his studio into a haven, a meditation zone and a womb, creation is the equivalent of an inventory - of closeness and encounters, as illustrated by his consummate art of portraiture, but also of mental fears, such as illness, death and the dread that can be inspired by the degradation of the world, dealt with in many ways, from drawing to monumental sculpture. Creating is a form of salvation, but as a creator, do we save ourselves, and what do we save from ourselves? Is our body soluble in the joy of creation? Is creating more than escaping, escaping ourselves, or is it the solution?
This monographic exhibition deliberately draws on the different facets of Philippe Pasqua's work, without hierarchy or classification: the same hand and the same head are at work. Its title, "Mon cœur mis à nu", is inspired by the eponymous title given by Charles Baudelaire to one of his most intimate writings, written in 1864 and published posthumously (1897). In this unfiltered, groping work, the poet questions his own position as a creator, and his human and social condition.
"Of the vaporisation and centralisation of the self. It's all there"’. This phrase, which opens "Mon cœur mis à nu", is the thread that runs through the exhibition. How can we avoid losing our way, how can we find ourselves again, how can we, as creators, avoid losing our centre? Is the work of art, in its troubling affirmation, the answer?
Paul Ardenne
The Storage