Walking between the words,
Saturday 9th March, - Saturday 6th April, 2024
Vernissage: Saturday 9th March, 16h -19h
Gallery Nostrum is delighted to present an immersive exhibition of the multi-faceted work of Belgian artist, Monique Prignon.
Monique Prignon is an artist originally from Brussels, now working in the province of Namur.
Since childhood, like many of us, she has painted, cut, assembled, glued, knotted, wrapped, hung, looped, knitted, built, installed, written and photographed.
In 1995, she decided to train at the Académie des Beaux-Arts, D. Fournal, in Wavre, and continued at the Ateliers 'grafische Vormgeving', Hans Van Dijck, and 'Project', Willy Van Buggenhout, then Lieve Van Thienen at the Rhok, in Etterbeek, Brussels; then the Atelier création transdisciplinaire, François Huon and Pierre Toby, Ecole des Arts, Braine l'Alleud. Since 1997, she has taken part in numerous group and solo exhibitions in Belgium and abroad.
The path of life is her only common thread, and her work focuses on the human being in all his facets: his beauty, his pain, his spirituality, his wealth, his identity, his paradoxes, his encounter with solitude, his cultural approaches.
Over the years, respectful of the environment, her practice has led her to use recycled materials and limit herself to the use of nature-friendly tools.
Her work encompasses a wide range of techniques and artistic approaches.
The envelope of infinite content is enclosed in the outline of words.
Words that emerge endlessly from all horizons, like waves, to the mind.
Words that escape from the depths of books between soft, barely audible breaths.
These words, involuntary indiscretions, caught in flight on the train, in the street, in intimacy or in a crowd.
In silence, the ordinary mind, on an ordinary day, receives a myriad of impressions, banal, whimsical, evanescent or sharp as a steel blade.
And as these sensations come together to form life day after day, thoughts slip inside of us, between us, away from us and, far from enlightening us, often serve to peddle with and scatter us.
In the silence of my ivory tower, emotions and sensations emerge, string together and come to life. Torn scraps of paper, pieces of cardboard, threads that assemble, garbage. I knead them, tear them, glue them, write them, burn them, manipulate them, erase them.
The softness of graphite seeps into this writing and entrusts itself to the paper, an impressed vessel that has itself undergone the passage of time.
These ties are woven together and open up to different spaces, travel on to new encounters.
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