If there is one place where membership nourishes our souls, it is Conscious Paris. This venue is dedicated to art lovers, curious souls, and minds eager to learn. Here, we meet, talk, and exchange ideas with people who possess knowledgeable eyes and a great thirst for knowledge. It's a social space where Marc Nucera and Quentin Derouet are exhibiting until June 13th.
The name of the exhibition is “Persées Célestes.” It immerses us in a universe centered around the myth of Perseus, as imagined by the two artists.
"From their fertile constraints, a dizzying dialogue emerges where two infinities meet: the terrestrial world of plants and the astral realm. Quentin Derouet captures the celestial forces of the night, allowing our imagination to grasp the forms of a moon. Its alabaster glow pierces the liquid darkness created from coal and walnut hulls collected by the artist in his forest garden. Far from dissipating into the ether, the halo of light seems intimately mixed with this flow of matter, which sometimes reveals it and sometimes covers it like a wave, a memory of a shared past between the Moon and Earth. In response, Marc Nucera's sculptures echo the undulations of these night skies, silently reminding us of the impact lunar cycles have on plant growth. Tides emerge in the wood, which remembers having been a tree, alive, full of sap and striving towards the sky. The sculptor's lines merge with the woody bodies in a tacit agreement between wave and matter, shadow and light, chance and destiny. Even in the folds of the dead wood, the allegory of life unfolds, and with fiery foliage, the artist strips the leaves to the point of endowing it with the aura of a totem. From earthly substances to celestial vapors, Quentin Derouet and Marc Nucera channel the magnetism of life through both its extremities and its humblest aspects: the sigh of a night, the finitude of dead wood. By fostering improvisation and an economy of means, they approach the essence of existence—a je ne sais quoi that can only be appreciated through the heart and senses. Their art is practiced amid life, in a forest where the fruits of the harvest become pigments, in gardens where wood grows in search of life. Cherished by the crust of the earth, they are among those who reignite the stars and breathe life into the inanimate, with this prosaic magic that bridges the improbable and the possible. And between the lines of the trunk and the canvas, a poem is written that, from the shadows, enlightens us."
Source www.consciousparis.com
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