Mes yeux sont d'aveugles ciels

"The workshop of Jean-Michel Fauquet is it that of asculptor? Is it actually a cabinet of curiosities? Masses ofcorrugated cardboard and wrap it take place as a wavefront to transform into miniature sculptures, objectswithout practical use or known model, or giant pupaehanging from the ceiling. Tutankhamun's tomb could not be more confusing.
In Fauquet, shooting is an intermediate stage of the creation of the work. This end to end control his universe. Characters, bridges, houses, utensilsmysterious destinations exist virtually in the first dry and austere cardboard shapes it. The penciling in the graphite, which will support the material photofinishing,gives them the patina of ancient objects found in the gangue dust or peat. This dark world funeral is notprovided. The choice of black and white, adding a glazewax on the photographic print endow a paste painting, give a value tactile, sensual, no reproduction can maketangible. His sketchbooks filled with drawings of machines without specific functions, designed for theirvisual beauty, evoke those of Leonardo da Vinci. "[...] Anne Biroleau