Suspended, heavy, sometimes animated by very slow waves which multiply the movement of the hanging bars, these sheets reflect in their weight, the gravity of the bodies they evoke.
Footprints, body negatives, trunks without legs, without arms, without head, almost without sex.
Body all the same, we recognize the torso, the attachment of a shoulder, the roundness of a hip. Evoking ancient embalming, burial in foreign lands, burials without a tomb, bodies without burial, blackened, burnt carcasses, the forms respond to each other from work to work, coming out of the sheets, by dint of overlays, or penetrating, turning with your back to the viewer, in a flat and flexible world, dark and pale, rough and soft.
shrouds without face, are they old dead, memory of the dead or alive, doubled, glued, torn, patched up, supported at the limit of a past and a present, a present and of a future?
Ravaudage, Catherine Ifergan.