By Emmanuel Driant : Behind the earth-that-there is the land-that-is. The work of de Villiers Jephan demonstrates that another land, shows us another affirmation of the realities outside the area daily, from a bit away in the wind with a sound was lying in the mask matte shades in the shuddering shapes, nodes and landslides, thicknesses fragile and fleeting immobility. The work
Jephan de Villiers is built from something that would leave the forest to happen almost by accident. Clever capture of what was believed stolen forever, and that the eye and the hand fall, deploy, lodge and contemplate.
Behind the wind, the folds in the land stretches and separates, is accomplished in silence, without history, a nation of images and figures. The prospector renders the day. These epiphanies that allows the poet by degrees and it manages possible overflows, are both sculpture and theater, staged a world first traces, forces, feelings, carrying powerful images, the middle of our origins and our questions as always: the forest.
Jephan de Villiers is built from something that would leave the forest to happen almost by accident. Clever capture of what was believed stolen forever, and that the eye and the hand fall, deploy, lodge and contemplate.
Behind the wind, the folds in the land stretches and separates, is accomplished in silence, without history, a nation of images and figures. The prospector renders the day. These epiphanies that allows the poet by degrees and it manages possible overflows, are both sculpture and theater, staged a world first traces, forces, feelings, carrying powerful images, the middle of our origins and our questions as always: the forest.
The forest walk is starting at the same time as the culmination of the quest, which loops back to recovery and every new exploration. From the perspective of the other land, the walker does not move, it is in the center and the welfare of the world. At every step the path unfolds, the walker is already in his work. Thought spins, attentive to what might happen without the knowledge feet. He did not visit the drève logs. The work is never true, it is always right. As it feeds on bits of trees, erosions of the strains, the scum of the dispersion, one would think she was born by chance. Indeed, everything is still possible, but never anywhere, anyhow, anytime. At this time every gesture of the earth is unique. Such fortuitous fold in the ground is the promise of a track. Then the eye and the hand is likely, or instinctively levy which will confirm the work, carry forward of itself, make it become. The paths are interior.
The forest is a suitable subject. A den of virtual treasures. All the senses perceive in the language, share and combine, depending on the season, in the workshop of the imagination. This collection diversified unexhausted over months and range, where each element responds to all the others, establishes without doubt in our walker a sense of space and a prosperous living temporality, which give an award to his wandering a coherence unformulable. And with him we are treated to a new learning places, listening to us in a forest always taking a different direction than herself, before itself (such as bifurcations of the branches of the tree, far away from the trunk, encouraged in its roots).
To signify the exchange, the sculptures are sometimes reloaded onto a strain in the notch of a tree, or buried in earth off in a subtle ecology, that the march had turned away from the humus, the better fertilize the adventures to come.
There are several time for this walk. That of the forest in spring and summer, instead of contacts, traffic, mixtures, aeration and metamorphosis. Between heaven and earth, branches and foliage draw a writing made interlacing and breaks, lights and disorder, where the veil and reveal themselves in the beating of events constantly invention, the extravagances of the foliage, the foliage large, the exuberance of light, ventilation rustling of flights of birds, the joys of the squirrel navigating in outbreaks of branches, where the truths, shining and provisional, merely to dress up and go to be blinded.
Then the leaves crumble, while the humus collects. Metamorphoses outlined will deepen or fainting. The wind, without prey, is more than the other side of silence. Walker ponders deal with pure presences that are unanswered if it is to be there. The earth is more festive, it is radical. And its edges, its fringes, appear possible figures. accidents of wood and stone are gaining stability, eternity. The work has inspired the forest, which in turn calls the hand Jephan de Villiers is looking for the immanence of the world.
learn more about Jephan de Villiers:
Galerie Béatrice Soulié
His career
The forest is a suitable subject. A den of virtual treasures. All the senses perceive in the language, share and combine, depending on the season, in the workshop of the imagination. This collection diversified unexhausted over months and range, where each element responds to all the others, establishes without doubt in our walker a sense of space and a prosperous living temporality, which give an award to his wandering a coherence unformulable. And with him we are treated to a new learning places, listening to us in a forest always taking a different direction than herself, before itself (such as bifurcations of the branches of the tree, far away from the trunk, encouraged in its roots).
To signify the exchange, the sculptures are sometimes reloaded onto a strain in the notch of a tree, or buried in earth off in a subtle ecology, that the march had turned away from the humus, the better fertilize the adventures to come.
There are several time for this walk. That of the forest in spring and summer, instead of contacts, traffic, mixtures, aeration and metamorphosis. Between heaven and earth, branches and foliage draw a writing made interlacing and breaks, lights and disorder, where the veil and reveal themselves in the beating of events constantly invention, the extravagances of the foliage, the foliage large, the exuberance of light, ventilation rustling of flights of birds, the joys of the squirrel navigating in outbreaks of branches, where the truths, shining and provisional, merely to dress up and go to be blinded.
Then the leaves crumble, while the humus collects. Metamorphoses outlined will deepen or fainting. The wind, without prey, is more than the other side of silence. Walker ponders deal with pure presences that are unanswered if it is to be there. The earth is more festive, it is radical. And its edges, its fringes, appear possible figures. accidents of wood and stone are gaining stability, eternity. The work has inspired the forest, which in turn calls the hand Jephan de Villiers is looking for the immanence of the world.
learn more about Jephan de Villiers:
Galerie Béatrice Soulié
His career
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