Claire Tabouret, a story of travel and immobility!

Claire Tabouret, My waves, 2019, Acrylique et Encre sur papier 140 x 107 cm Photo© Marten Elder/Courtesy Almine Rech

Claire Tabouret, To the ground (purple) 2019, Acrylique et encre sur papier 107 x 140 cm Photo © Marten Elder/Courtesy Perrotin

Claire Tabouret, Untitled, 2019, Technique mixte 460 x 345 cm, Photo©Marten Elder

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Claire Tabouret, My waves, 2019, Acrylique et Encre sur papier 140 x 107 cm Photo© Marten Elder/Courtesy Almine Rech
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Claire Tabouret, To the ground (purple) 2019, Acrylique et encre sur papier 107 x 140 cm Photo © Marten Elder/Courtesy Perrotin
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Claire Tabouret, Untitled, 2019, Technique mixte 460 x 345 cm, Photo©Marten Elder

#NANTES If only the sea could sleep… To this interrupted reverie, Claire Tabouret gives form and movement, hoists the sails of her painting with force in the old banana shed in the port of Nantes. A story of travel and immobility. Or even exile, perhaps, when you consider the contempt that some institutions in France have for painting…

On the other side of the Atlantic, Claire Tabouret sends us back strong works, of a serious poetry with intense and sometimes painful colours – paintings, drawings or plaster sculptures, all marked by the presence of bodies but also by their solitude or absence from the world.

The space is crossed by immense sails that the artist cuts and rebuilds. On their near transparency, she paints the convulsion or rigidity of the bodies reduced to traces, to footprints as if this sea were also a ploughed field, delivered to all the undertones of the dramas or dreams of humanity. We guess there was life, love, effusion but we only perceive a dry echo, we now only see the bone. Claire Tabouret paints beings at the moment of a primitive nerve, above all a narrative, a psychology. They are the ghosts who pierce us and question us about who we are. Colours are no longer captured in the kingdom of nature but, acid, they emerge from another world where muffled voices whisper to us from buried truths, the dream or the possibility of an elsewhere to which painting would allow us to access.

The silhouettes haunt space, they wave in the breath of a sea air whose mysterious gravity we suffer. The sails are filled with these human and earthy imprints while, on the walls, acrylic and inks diffuse the strangeness of their luminous halo. Borrowed from a poem by Adonis, “If only the sea could sleep” is a superb meditation on the horizon of the bodies or their extinction, on the surge of feelings or their ossification, on the poetry itself when art manages to give it shape like music would speak silence.

Claire Tabouret says: “I paint what I don’t see” Art is then that blind spot that painting reveals.

 

Until September 15th

Claire Tabouret, “If only the sea could sleep”

HAB Gallery, Quai des Antilles, Nantes

Michel Gathier

With a literary background, Michel Gathier developed a passion for art very early, particularly during long stays abroad. He has contributed to the magazine “L’art vivant” and now...

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