« My Loves »

"I love you
You love me
We love each other.
To the right
To the left
Straight ahead
We're going
The lines cross each other
And separate,
The heart beats strongly
And then - nothing more.
Do you love me?
Or don’t you?
I don’t know
And why ?
Because...

I’d like to tell you about love.
About my love for art, with and through the works that I have selected and that I love... Why do I love art ? I don't know...
I’d like to tell you about tension. The real one, the one that makes you vibrate, that makes you live.
I’d like to talk to you about tenderness, caress, promise, flexibility.
About loneliness, strength, demons, joy... and what else ?
A bit of humor ? Let's laugh together.
But love is not a simple and homogeneous substance, it is not a straight and predictable line, it is not a firm and permanent answer.
It is a cohabitation of matters, of doubts, of impulses. The crossing and un-crossing of lines and forms.
So I am going to speak to you, with and through the works, of this possible neighborhood, of these energies which mix, according to improbable laws... of these sensibilities which speak or argue with each other.
When one plus one is one. Or two. Or a multitude of meanings, elusive by logic. But catchable by intuition. Like everything in art. With a capital A."
Liza Fetisova