Ludovic Beillard – les jours tranquilles

Plop, plop …
Stairs punctuate space, they support only themselves or the weight of dreams. Fragile and disproportionate, they are perhaps also what connects the world of Ludovic Beillard and ours.
Plop, plop …
The sculptures invoke an esoteric architecture, fantasized to emphasize a world next door. Yet, it seems as real as dreams when we sleep: quiet outside, but so full inside, inside. It is a small oak house, lost in a forest, of those found in cold countries. Windows, we discern, winding through trees and sad flowers, paths. There could be rats or crows, but even they fled.
Plop, plop …
The alchemist turned wood into a theater of symbols. It’s a winter night spent by the fire, it’s a meeting of souls silently communicating. We only see pieces of body: a pleading hand, and that big, outstretched finger. It shows ? He orders ?
Plop, plop …
Pierre Poumet
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Ludovic Beillard (b.1982, Bordeaux, Fr) creates architectures that work like games of chance. Punctuated by the desire to capture the living, the elusive to freeze it, his work evokes in an alchemical way the materialistic overthrows in a constant questioning around the notion of formless. The works of Ludovic Beillard can be seen as assemblies of processes in which he makes the subjects speak through gestures oscillating between experimentation and craftsmanship. It is in particular with an empirical passion and references related to Gothic sculpture, the medieval period or the commedia dell’arte that he composes his exhibitions in a theatrical way of exaggerating perspectives and attitudes by the grotesque and the proposing encompassing universe.

Pierre Poumet