Pol JEAN

It’s about shades that fade in the paper like lava, strokes that swarm and that are retained by a dark circle, as the lead maintains stained glasses together. It is a dense work created between a bedroom in the Queen Fabiola Center and the Campagn’art workshop (Neufvilles, Belgium), in a perpetual move where drawings and paintings are precious treasures to keep close to oneself, as much as the material used to produce them. It’s a singing, it is all the noise that cannot go out his mouth. It is all the music that his smile let imagine when he starts to put together architectures, portraits and fantasy animals that, under our look, circulate or melt. Dance.