Something stirs in Marc Petit’s sculptures, provoking a sussultory movement whose epicenter seems to lie somewhere in a superficial depth. You only have to walk through the bronze forest of his silent creatures to feel this vibration. Emaciated, mourning faces, bent, hollowed-out, almost liquefying bodies: yet, in this apparently mortifying universe, something resists, not allowing itself to be won over by a fatal fatalism.
24 November 2023
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