“Mnemosyne” by Adrien Vescovi at the”Galerie des Ponchettes”
#NICE As if from the roots of time, spice decoctions, ochre additions captured by the whims of the sun and the weather permeate the painter’s canvas. The light then emerges in the material resonance of this nature that, delicately, the artist gathers. He weaves this architecture to suit the space in which she confronts herself in order to dilute herself and redefine the very idea of painting. Adrien Vescovi is the painter of nature, not of its representation – the one that should be copied, tamed and rectified – but of the nature to which we belong, of which we are children. The one at the bottom of which we snuggle up in a mineral and vegetal environment that, here, shines in the particular space of the Galerie des Ponchettes.
Because this place was that of Matisse and because this former fishermen’s hall, without windows, requires the addition of an internal light and because it remains like a cave where the primitive signs and the beginnings of colour can be inscribed in the memory of parietal painting. It is therefore a question of memory. Weaving and erasing the weft of time according to the vagaries of nature. “Mnemosyne” is the title of this exhibition: she is the guardian figure since, daughter of Ouranos, the sky and Gaia, the earth, she is the memory, the narrator of a time lacking. If the façade of the gallery deploys vast luminous canvases, the interior spreads ropes that, paradoxically, release the tension of colour and creep into vines and knots. Large cotton canvases or weighted earth tarpaulins infuse themselves with wind folds, take on pollens and talk about the lights of Holland, where they expose themselves to the humidity, salt and faded colours of the North Sea. But also the South, the ochres of Roussillon, Marseille where Adrien Vescovi works. Memory and time. So a sensory dive into the history of painting, a reminder of this rupture initiated by the painters of Support-Surface in the back and front games, the seams, the canvases floating like sails.
And we sail in the swell of a poetic alchemy to those jars that litter the ground to display a blackish juice from which all this adventure seems to be extracted from the light. The color is charged with filaments, with rough shapes. The sun or rain washes away turmeric deposits. A varnish of egg white gives the velvety texture of a canvas. Unless the moon adds its own blush. Light is this flow of nature, it speaks of our origins, it also alerts us for our future.
From March 9 to September 8, 2019
“Mnemosyne”, Adrien Vescovi
Galerie des Ponchettes
77 Quai des États-Unis, 06300 Nice
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