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BLACK MEMORIES - BLACK COLLAGES
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BLACK MEMORIES - BLACK COLLAGES

03.02.12

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Categories: Non catégorisé, Art, Collage

BLACK MEMORIES - BLACK COLLAGES


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Reading Aharon Appelfeld (Story of a Life) I was impressed enough to make some “black” collages. What is described in this story is so strong, so dark that it reminds me of a very ugly tale. Looking back at my own childhood, I realize how much I was protected, the horrors of that time coming to my conscience but in a diffuse form. I do not think I could have survived in the forest, alone, without my parents, like A. It is true that I was born 10 years after him and I was a baby then. My own way were the images, the imagination. And I realize now how it is haunted by cruelty. Today, one tries to relegate such images out of childhood, but I think it is a fundamental experience to see violence and lying around.
Now that I read the book G.Haddad: Lumières des astres éteints, I am shocked to learn that the scars of persecution are transmitted beyond words. It is true that my friend A.Matrat speaks about it extensively in his book Un corps ou les sept merveilles - Soleditions - Lyon – 2009 (http://www.uncorps7merveilles.fr), but it's the case studies that really touched me, especially the little boy who cries fire without "knowing" that his family is concerned by the Holocaust, showing a non-verbal and insidious transmission - the author speaks of nuclear radiation. I think of my mother, what she had to endure wearing the yellow star, of my grandmother beaten to death by Latvians in Riga, to my aunt who had returned from Theresienstadt, broken, sick, not wanting to cross the border from Holland to Germany where we were living and I did not make anything out of it except that she was way too plaintive. I still feel the shame today. Because I did not know how to speak to her as a human being, question her tactfully, in brief partake of her pain. I was between 10 to 15 years if I remember correctly.

My black collages are to be seen as haunted by conscious or unconscious memories, with a touch of humor and irony, of course, to avoid falling into tragedy and nightmare. For I am not infected with the past, fortunately, it does not stop me from living and creating, it's right there between the lines, arising from time to time in the course of collages.
At the process level, I try disruptive assemblies, at the limit of consistency, with a heavy black / white predominance and deformations. The latter illustrate the deviation from a pattern of a harmonious body (golden ratio, symmetry), which is essential for good self-image - as a glue that holds everything together. My creative process involves breaking the image while maintaining it whole, while maintaining a semblance of beauty.
It is this aspect that is particularly well seen by Cecil Touchon of the International Museum of Collage, Assemblage and Construction (collagemuseum.com) I publish on my site his introduction to my work with his permission. I take this opportunity to thank him for his interest in my work and his precious support. His museum will host a fair amount of my original collages for preservation.


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NOIR
La lecture d’Aharon Appelfeld (Histoire d’une Vie) m’a impressionné au point de faire quelques collages « noirs ». Ce qui est décrit dans ce récit est tellement fort, tellement sombre que cela me fait penser à un très vilain conte. A considérer ma propre enfance, je réalise à quel point j’ai été protégé, les horreurs de l’époque ne parvenant que sous forme diffuse à ma conscience. Je ne pense pas que j’aurais pu survivre dans la forêt, seul, sans mes parents, comme A. Il est vrai que je suis né 10 ans après lui et que j’étais un bébé à cette époque. Mon mode à moi, ce furent les images, l’imaginaire. Et je me rends compte aujourd’hui combien il est hanté par la cruauté. Aujourd’hui, on tente de reléguer ce genre d’images hors de l’enfance, mais je pense qu’il s’agit d’une expérience fondamentale que de constater la violence et le mensonge autour de soi.
Lisant maintenant le livre de G.Haddad : Lumières des astres éteints, je suis bouleversé d’apprendre que les séquelles de cette persécution se transmettent au-delà des mots. Il est vrai que mon ami A.Matrat en parle abondamment dans son ouvrage Un corps ou les sept merveilles - Soleditions - Lyon – 2009 (http://www.uncorps7merveilles.fr)>), mais c’est les cas concrets qui m’ont vraiment touché, notamment le cas du petit garçon qui crie au feu sans rien « savoir » que sa famille est concernée par la shoah, montrant ainsi une transmission non-verbale et insidieuse – l’auteur parle d’une radiation nucléaire. Je repense à ma mère, à ce qu’elle a dû endurer en portant l’étoile, à ma grand-mère battue à mort par des Lettons à Riga, à ma tante qui était revenue de Theresienstadt, cassée, maladive, ne voulant plus passer la frontière de la Hollande vers l’Allemagne où nous vivions et moi n’en comprenant rien, la trouvant trop plaintive. J’en éprouve encore de la honte aujourd’hui. Car je n’ai pas su lui parler en être humain, l’interroger avec tact, bref prendre part à sa douleur. J’avais entre 10 à 15 ans si je m’en souviens bien.
Mes collages noirs est donc à voir comme hantée par le souvenir conscient ou inconscient, avec un zeste d’humour et d’ironie bien sûr, pour ne pas tomber dans la tragédie et le cauchemar. Car je ne suis pas infecté par ce passé, heureusement, il ne m’empêche pas de vivre et de créer, il est juste là en filigrane, surgissant de temps à autre dans le fil des collages.
Au niveau du procédé, je tente des assemblages disruptifs, à la limite de la cohérence, avec une dominance noir/blanc et des déformations. Ces dernières illustrent bien la déviance par rapport à un schéma harmonieux des corps (nombre d’or, symétrie), qui est indispensable à une bonne image de soi – à la manière d’une colle qui tiendrait tout ensemble. Chez moi, mon procédé consiste à briser l’image tout en la maintenant entière, tout en maintenant un semblant de beauté.
C’est cet aspect qui a été particulièrement bien vu par Cecil Touchon de l’ International Museum of Collage, Assemblage and Construction (collagemuseum.com) dont je publie le texte sur mon site avec sa permission. Je profite de l’occasion pour le remercier de son intérêt pour mon travail et son soutien si précieux. C’est vers son musée qu’iront quantité de mes collages originaux pour y être conservés.

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