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Trois pour quatre petites formes brèves N°01

Il suono delle pietre. The stones whisper at the Sainte-Anne chapel in La Riche. The stones resonate. They carry within them the echoes of the past and the promises of the future, layers of time stacked like a silent score that only the artist’s gesture can unveil. This dialogue between material, memory, and temporality is what Alain Quesnel and Marine Aïello explore in Il suono delle pietre, an exhibition where imaginary archaeology meets the poetry of form.

Terss – 2025

Scarabocchio – N°03

Drawings. Drawings on paper, what could be more common and simpler? Of course, we must also talk about color. But little or no color… a drawing limited to black pencils, a black pigment diluted in poppy seed oil as a simple binder, a little white paint, and sometimes a bit of golden yellow, like a reminder of past icons.

Alain Quesnel – 2023

Comment je me suis évader des plombs – Sédiments

« How I Escaped the Plombs » eludes grasp. Yet, the attraction is undeniable: the sensuality of the materials and objects placed here, their imposing physical presence, captivates. But to feel their imprint, there is no need to touch.

Marie-Luce Thomas – 2015

Le monde entier lorsque j’étends les bras – Bruit de fond

Attempting first to take hold of the exhibition spaceto go against these overly familiar, well-worn places, to grasp the limits, the walls, the height of the ceiling, the openings, the passages, the floor ; to favor the sparse, to embrace emptiness for once, and finally to twist space as if it were pivoting around the objects. 

Anne Champigny – 2010

Petite Théorie des catastrophes

Creating art : the poetic measure of gesture…(…) And yet, the angel has folded its wings into the jar, the jar has sunk into the clay, the clay has embedded itself into the table, the table encloses within its legs the remnants of a formwork. Without a stir of dust: no fleeting rise, no soft settling, not even a deposit—the passage of time has paused.

Marie-Luce Thomas – 2002

Petite forme calme – 2

The Melancholy of Icarus. The wing remains still. No beat, no sound, no imperceptible breath signals the presence of the foretold angels. Indeed, the angel has left the stage, leaving only its wings behind—as a sign. 

Marie-Luce Thomas – 1998

Série des Constellations – La peur de l’ange

On the paths of conveyance, tireless travelers…Singular arrangements, expansive assemblages. Islands of light. That is the first thing one sees—the deployment of unusual archipelagos in the darkness of a space. A network of connections, junctions, and interactions between disparate elements.

Marie-Luce Thomas – 1994

Anatomie du Nord II

Sleds of light. Chiaroscuro, ambivalence, energywords that serve as keys to enter Alain Quesnel’s work. A practice that interrogates, surprises, but cannot leave one indifferent, for it speaks to us even before we grasp it at first glance—of energy, of duality, of balance.  What matters most is to take the time. The approach to the work will unfold in silence, for within confrontation lies the exchange and the mystery.

Françoise Plessis – Chantier d’Artistes – CRDC Espace Graslin – Nantes – 1994

Anatomie du Nord

An exhibition pavilion. Three rooms. The shutters are closed, and the lighting is absent. In each room, Alain Quesnel has arranged seemingly disparate elements that align, connect, and form three luminous variations of a stellar cartography. Singular electrical tinkering.

Marie-Luce Thomas – 1993