Torn between opposing impulses, but which he does not seek to unify, François Paris deploys a singular and offbeat universe.
The artist plays on the interstices of time, off-camera, sentimental disillusions and misunderstandings, between images and words, the setting in poetic, dark and unanswered abyss, but where the absurdity of existence prevails. A mixture of hope and derision, it leads us to question the real futility of our modern lives, a frantic race to chaos, a dark farce that we don’t want to see for an immediate, instantaneous enjoyment with no real tomorrow. An impulse towards the worst in a happy melancholy.
These drawings are usually executed in grey and criterium pencil on relatively small sheets of paper and presented in clouds, however he is also making larger formats since 2012.
Scene of life, sometimes absurd, family photos, propaganda, worried characters, erased faces, uncertain place marked by austerity, incongruous objects, the strange interpretations make us fall into the ineffable disaster, through the prism of old found slides, stale images available on the internet, old forgotten memory cards, the artist seizes them to confront us with a kind of precise decomposition of the soul or what is left of it …
Playing the card essentially black and white and a little color, without having any real stylistic preoccupation, he draws, as he explains, everything and nothing at the same time, but all the time and everywhere !
This allows him, in his programmed wandering, to perceive the contours of disillusionment. Stopping the narrative impulse, he deconstructs the primary meaning of the initial image by reorganizing it through a particular cut-out or framing and creating new meanings. (…)