In the beautiful église des Célestins, Guillaume Bresson displays paintings he made specifically with this place in mind, as well as older ones. Based on his immediate surroundings, but also on elements from various sources reorganised on the canvas, his work, beyond its apparent naturalistic innocence, is mostly fictional. After the long period of deconstruction of the medium that was modernism, then its reconstruction with postmodernism, painting is reinventing itself and trying to find new paths towards its future, planning its “next move.” A genre in which the ordinary and the extraordinary, the crude and the sublime, the autodidact and the classically-trained are on an equal footing. This is why Guillaume Bresson's paintings are like so many strange narrations, at once close to and far from us: life-size portraits of barelegged and K-Way-wearing characters, homeless people or prophets of an uncertain future maybe; surreal, quasi-antique battle scenes in which groups of youths fight in a fast food restaurant; or the portrait of a teenager grabbing his helmet before getting on his motorcycle, bathed in the morning light, that of renewal.
Production
Production Galerie Nathalie Obadia (Paris-Bruxelles)