Frédéric Fenoll’s drawings between “Hell and Paradise”
#NICE Frédéric Fenoll’s drawings are expressed in the plural when each of them, on the same sheet, fits into another as in a game of Russian dolls where each figure tells a moment of the history of art. When this vertiginous journey back in time is also the springboard for a jump into the void. Or from a flight to that fire of a sun where Icarus burns his wings..
The space of the drawing then becomes this place of a dramaturgy where the time of the drawing, the linearity of the narrative and the invoked figures cross and collide. A medieval theme joins pop art, floral orbs of art nouveau are combined with fanzines and this western history is absorbed by a Japanese space or a Chinese landscape that seizes Egyptian mythology. The artist grabs this influx into a trap with its inextricable networks. Hell and paradise are one and the same. The space expands, contracts or recomposes itself under hallucinatory gazes, psychedelic constructions. Everything is nothing more than an explosion and gestation, the bellies are loaded with stars, the animals watch out for them in their sidereal silence, the sky is a curtain of geometric rubble, drool filaments, eyes, spirals, mouths, signs, twists..
In the tradition of the great visionaries, the artist faces this buried reality that he challenges with an eschatological vision or its reverse, the myth of a lost paradise. We meet William Blake, Félicien Rops or Louis Soutter. We can guess Dante’s breath. And yet something innovative is required here: Frédéric Fenoll’s gaze is not so much in touch with himself as with the images that art history restores. These are the ones that become the real framework of the drawing. They are the genesis of it and they carry the intuition of new forms whose gestation they tell us
From this chaos that supports drawing, the perfection of the gesture, the patience of the strokes, the precision of the volumes, however, paradoxically point to this side of a rebirth that is both placid and tormented, linked to this maniacal obstinacy to measure itself against the world. Art is this fight. Noise and fury. But also silence and contemplation. Everything then telescopes itself for a fertile black in which lines and figures dig and elucidate the very idea of drawing, measure themselves against it and find light
Drawings by Frédéric Fenoll
7 February – 30 March 2019
6 Rue Dr Jacques Guidoni06000
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