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<\/a><\/h4>\n<\/h4>\nJacqueline Gainon<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
So be it<\/a><\/em><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
It is around the dilemma between image and painting, between memory and fantasy, between good manners and forbidden games that Jacqueline Gainon’s exhibition in the Eva Vautier Gallery is articulated. Placed under the sign of color, two series of large blue and red paintings confront each other in diametrically opposed registers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Executed in an almost naive style, the blue series calls upon the artist’s childhood memories: it is based on a free interpretation of photographs of mountain excursions from a family album. The original images, taken by the artist’s father in the hinterland of Nice, are here the subject of a series of plastic operations. Their transposition into a monumental format, the passage from black and white to color and from the smooth rendering of photography to pictorial materiality gives them an undeniable sumptuousness. Finally, everything that was a landscape is replaced by a pastel blue background that reminds more of a child’s bedroom wallpaper than a summer sky. The picturesque elements still present in the first versions of the series – panoramas, rocky peaks or calvaries – have disappeared to make way for a space\/time as abstract as it is timeless.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Between a pious image and a bad dream, these paintings show strange and incredibly peaceful portraits in which the artist, still a little girl, and the members of her family are standing against each other in a kind of half-sleep. Their eyes are closed and when they are opened, they seem to be definitively absent as if each one was looking inside himself ignoring the presence of the other. Sometimes their heads fall to the side or their faces fade away, while their bodies seem to float in this blue expanse. Their pallid complexion suggests the worst.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
If the strangeness of the scene is due to this collective sleep, it is counterbalanced by the gestures of tenderness of this father and this mother towards their four children. There is something touching, still vibrant, which gives hope for a happy ending. The mind enjoys imagining this ideal family, alive and well, eyes open to the photographic lens because these images have something universal, they could be ours as well. But here the optics are replaced by the artist’s gaze, which clearly treats her childhood memories in a psychoanalytical manner as she displaces them. Thus, these snippets of the past reappear like moments lost forever, as if the artist could not restore the joyful temporality of his childhood but opposed an eternal rest. The opacity of painting with its lumpy and tormented materiality replaces the photographic evidence.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
With tenderness and humor, Jacqueline Gainon distorts the idea of a family happiness that is all the more obsolete because it has gone to hell, thus affirming something of the order of disbelief in the family. Behind the initial naivety of these large icons, which are variations on the theme of the Virgin and Child, but which could also be compared to the popular practice of ex-votos by their deliberately clumsy side, there is an inexorable feeling of loss. No, painting is not a reassuring thing, it is harsh and impure. And isn’t the role of the artist to confuse and disturb? So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The red series is infinitely more gestural and expressionist. It obeys a very fluid pictorial treatment that leaves room for drips and colored juices. If the material is more transparent than in the blue series, this suite of paintings is also darker, literally and figuratively.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She stages a disturbing huis-clos in which a little girl dressed in a red dress becomes the prey of a group of young boys armed with bats and guns. We find the little girl who appeared in the images of the blue series with her 1950’s dress and who we suppose is the artist’s sister. But while in the previous series the child was as wise as a picture, here she is represented in movement, in perilous postures induced by the violence inflicted on her by her torturers. Blindfolded, she is tied up and beaten. Her little body struggles to stand upright as she is so badly beaten. She eventually fell to the ground.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It is difficult not to be touched by what is seen as a distant trauma, especially since the girl seems to be pushed out of the picture. If only we were given the opportunity to help him.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But who exactly are his assailants, who barely emerge from the shadows and whose silhouette seems to belong to the dark background of the paintings? Why are they attacking the girl? They look like members of an anonymous children’s militia. Their features are erased as if violence had no face. The eye, it is true, is entirely turned towards the red dress which twirls in the space of the painting and which ends up diverting our attention. One forgets that the boys are still in short pants and that their gestures, if one subjects them to a careful examination, are a little clumsy and borrowed. What if it’s just a game? Jacqueline Gainon sows doubt. So, secret militia or scouts?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We end up wondering if the object of desire of these young people is not also ours. It must be said that the artist has organized his compositions by dramatizing at will these scenes with their folded perspective and the plunging light that come to offer us on a tray the almost erotic body of this child with pink flesh all dressed in red. Here we are in the skin of the wolf. Between abuse and forbidden games, these nightmarish and suffocating scenes counteract the epinal imagery of the blue series and all the reassuring and ideal notions of family and especially of painting. They involve us in the erotic game of representation of which we become the voyeurs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In addition to this very intense pictorial series, there are extraordinary small drawings in Indian ink and gouache felt-tip pen where the battle seems to be rebalanced in places. Sometimes the girl manages to keep her attackers at bay. The victim becomes the executioner, to the delight of the viewers. Finally, Little Red Riding Hood in her light dress that we would like to see made of muslin climbs on a huge skull where she manages to balance herself, thus making a mockery of death. So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Catherine Macchi<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Jacqueline Gainon<\/strong><\/p>\nBorn in 1951<\/p>\n
Lives and works in Nice since 1978<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
PERSONAL EXHIBITIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2009<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nIthaca<\/em>, Norbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2006<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nNorbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n
One, two, three, Sun<\/em>, Galerie de la Marine, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2005 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nPort Lympia College, Nice<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1998<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAnother Monday<\/em>, Fran\u00e7oise Vigna Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1996<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLilo Marti Gallery, Saint-Paul de Vence<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1995<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMartagon Gallery, Malauc\u00e8ne<\/p>\n
Atelier Pascal Paradis<\/em>, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1994<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nHamburg Fair<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1993<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nSicart-Iperti Foundation, Vallauris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1992<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Martine Queval Gallery, Paris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1991<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nGallery Tobias Hirschman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1990<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAtelier 80, Bordeaux<\/p>\n
Dau Al Set Gallery, Barcelona<\/p>\n
Ren\u00e9 Ba\u00e9riswyl Gallery, Geneva<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1989 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nChristine Colmant Art Gallery, Brussels<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1988 <\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMunicipal Gallery, Kaarst (Germany)<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshmann, Baden-Baden<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1987<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nFIAC, Paris, Joachim Becker Gallery<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1986<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMudolo Gallery, Lisbon<\/p>\n
Laurens Daane Gallery, Amsterdam<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1985<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nARCO, Madrid<\/p>\n
Museum of Toulon<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1984<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1983<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLola Gassin, Nice<\/p>\n
Atelier Mac\u00e9, Cannes<\/p>\n
Anna Johnson Gallery, Cambridge (USA)<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/h4>\n<\/h4>\nJacqueline Gainon<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
So be it<\/a><\/em><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
It is around the dilemma between image and painting, between memory and fantasy, between good manners and forbidden games that Jacqueline Gainon’s exhibition in the Eva Vautier Gallery is articulated. Placed under the sign of color, two series of large blue and red paintings confront each other in diametrically opposed registers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Executed in an almost naive style, the blue series calls upon the artist’s childhood memories: it is based on a free interpretation of photographs of mountain excursions from a family album. The original images, taken by the artist’s father in the hinterland of Nice, are here the subject of a series of plastic operations. Their transposition into a monumental format, the passage from black and white to color and from the smooth rendering of photography to pictorial materiality gives them an undeniable sumptuousness. Finally, everything that was a landscape is replaced by a pastel blue background that reminds more of a child’s bedroom wallpaper than a summer sky. The picturesque elements still present in the first versions of the series – panoramas, rocky peaks or calvaries – have disappeared to make way for a space\/time as abstract as it is timeless.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Between a pious image and a bad dream, these paintings show strange and incredibly peaceful portraits in which the artist, still a little girl, and the members of her family are standing against each other in a kind of half-sleep. Their eyes are closed and when they are opened, they seem to be definitively absent as if each one was looking inside himself ignoring the presence of the other. Sometimes their heads fall to the side or their faces fade away, while their bodies seem to float in this blue expanse. Their pallid complexion suggests the worst.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
If the strangeness of the scene is due to this collective sleep, it is counterbalanced by the gestures of tenderness of this father and this mother towards their four children. There is something touching, still vibrant, which gives hope for a happy ending. The mind enjoys imagining this ideal family, alive and well, eyes open to the photographic lens because these images have something universal, they could be ours as well. But here the optics are replaced by the artist’s gaze, which clearly treats her childhood memories in a psychoanalytical manner as she displaces them. Thus, these snippets of the past reappear like moments lost forever, as if the artist could not restore the joyful temporality of his childhood but opposed an eternal rest. The opacity of painting with its lumpy and tormented materiality replaces the photographic evidence.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
With tenderness and humor, Jacqueline Gainon distorts the idea of a family happiness that is all the more obsolete because it has gone to hell, thus affirming something of the order of disbelief in the family. Behind the initial naivety of these large icons, which are variations on the theme of the Virgin and Child, but which could also be compared to the popular practice of ex-votos by their deliberately clumsy side, there is an inexorable feeling of loss. No, painting is not a reassuring thing, it is harsh and impure. And isn’t the role of the artist to confuse and disturb? So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The red series is infinitely more gestural and expressionist. It obeys a very fluid pictorial treatment that leaves room for drips and colored juices. If the material is more transparent than in the blue series, this suite of paintings is also darker, literally and figuratively.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She stages a disturbing huis-clos in which a little girl dressed in a red dress becomes the prey of a group of young boys armed with bats and guns. We find the little girl who appeared in the images of the blue series with her 1950’s dress and who we suppose is the artist’s sister. But while in the previous series the child was as wise as a picture, here she is represented in movement, in perilous postures induced by the violence inflicted on her by her torturers. Blindfolded, she is tied up and beaten. Her little body struggles to stand upright as she is so badly beaten. She eventually fell to the ground.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It is difficult not to be touched by what is seen as a distant trauma, especially since the girl seems to be pushed out of the picture. If only we were given the opportunity to help him.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But who exactly are his assailants, who barely emerge from the shadows and whose silhouette seems to belong to the dark background of the paintings? Why are they attacking the girl? They look like members of an anonymous children’s militia. Their features are erased as if violence had no face. The eye, it is true, is entirely turned towards the red dress which twirls in the space of the painting and which ends up diverting our attention. One forgets that the boys are still in short pants and that their gestures, if one subjects them to a careful examination, are a little clumsy and borrowed. What if it’s just a game? Jacqueline Gainon sows doubt. So, secret militia or scouts?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We end up wondering if the object of desire of these young people is not also ours. It must be said that the artist has organized his compositions by dramatizing at will these scenes with their folded perspective and the plunging light that come to offer us on a tray the almost erotic body of this child with pink flesh all dressed in red. Here we are in the skin of the wolf. Between abuse and forbidden games, these nightmarish and suffocating scenes counteract the epinal imagery of the blue series and all the reassuring and ideal notions of family and especially of painting. They involve us in the erotic game of representation of which we become the voyeurs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In addition to this very intense pictorial series, there are extraordinary small drawings in Indian ink and gouache felt-tip pen where the battle seems to be rebalanced in places. Sometimes the girl manages to keep her attackers at bay. The victim becomes the executioner, to the delight of the viewers. Finally, Little Red Riding Hood in her light dress that we would like to see made of muslin climbs on a huge skull where she manages to balance herself, thus making a mockery of death. So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Catherine Macchi<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Jacqueline Gainon<\/strong><\/p>\nBorn in 1951<\/p>\n
Lives and works in Nice since 1978<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
PERSONAL EXHIBITIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2009<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nIthaca<\/em>, Norbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2006<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nNorbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n
One, two, three, Sun<\/em>, Galerie de la Marine, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2005 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nPort Lympia College, Nice<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1998<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAnother Monday<\/em>, Fran\u00e7oise Vigna Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1996<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLilo Marti Gallery, Saint-Paul de Vence<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1995<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMartagon Gallery, Malauc\u00e8ne<\/p>\n
Atelier Pascal Paradis<\/em>, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1994<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nHamburg Fair<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1993<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nSicart-Iperti Foundation, Vallauris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1992<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Martine Queval Gallery, Paris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1991<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nGallery Tobias Hirschman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1990<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAtelier 80, Bordeaux<\/p>\n
Dau Al Set Gallery, Barcelona<\/p>\n
Ren\u00e9 Ba\u00e9riswyl Gallery, Geneva<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1989 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nChristine Colmant Art Gallery, Brussels<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1988 <\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMunicipal Gallery, Kaarst (Germany)<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshmann, Baden-Baden<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1987<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nFIAC, Paris, Joachim Becker Gallery<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1986<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMudolo Gallery, Lisbon<\/p>\n
Laurens Daane Gallery, Amsterdam<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1985<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nARCO, Madrid<\/p>\n
Museum of Toulon<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1984<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1983<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLola Gassin, Nice<\/p>\n
Atelier Mac\u00e9, Cannes<\/p>\n
Anna Johnson Gallery, Cambridge (USA)<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
So be it<\/a><\/em><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
It is around the dilemma between image and painting, between memory and fantasy, between good manners and forbidden games that Jacqueline Gainon’s exhibition in the Eva Vautier Gallery is articulated. Placed under the sign of color, two series of large blue and red paintings confront each other in diametrically opposed registers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Executed in an almost naive style, the blue series calls upon the artist’s childhood memories: it is based on a free interpretation of photographs of mountain excursions from a family album. The original images, taken by the artist’s father in the hinterland of Nice, are here the subject of a series of plastic operations. Their transposition into a monumental format, the passage from black and white to color and from the smooth rendering of photography to pictorial materiality gives them an undeniable sumptuousness. Finally, everything that was a landscape is replaced by a pastel blue background that reminds more of a child’s bedroom wallpaper than a summer sky. The picturesque elements still present in the first versions of the series – panoramas, rocky peaks or calvaries – have disappeared to make way for a space\/time as abstract as it is timeless.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Between a pious image and a bad dream, these paintings show strange and incredibly peaceful portraits in which the artist, still a little girl, and the members of her family are standing against each other in a kind of half-sleep. Their eyes are closed and when they are opened, they seem to be definitively absent as if each one was looking inside himself ignoring the presence of the other. Sometimes their heads fall to the side or their faces fade away, while their bodies seem to float in this blue expanse. Their pallid complexion suggests the worst.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
If the strangeness of the scene is due to this collective sleep, it is counterbalanced by the gestures of tenderness of this father and this mother towards their four children. There is something touching, still vibrant, which gives hope for a happy ending. The mind enjoys imagining this ideal family, alive and well, eyes open to the photographic lens because these images have something universal, they could be ours as well. But here the optics are replaced by the artist’s gaze, which clearly treats her childhood memories in a psychoanalytical manner as she displaces them. Thus, these snippets of the past reappear like moments lost forever, as if the artist could not restore the joyful temporality of his childhood but opposed an eternal rest. The opacity of painting with its lumpy and tormented materiality replaces the photographic evidence.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
With tenderness and humor, Jacqueline Gainon distorts the idea of a family happiness that is all the more obsolete because it has gone to hell, thus affirming something of the order of disbelief in the family. Behind the initial naivety of these large icons, which are variations on the theme of the Virgin and Child, but which could also be compared to the popular practice of ex-votos by their deliberately clumsy side, there is an inexorable feeling of loss. No, painting is not a reassuring thing, it is harsh and impure. And isn’t the role of the artist to confuse and disturb? So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The red series is infinitely more gestural and expressionist. It obeys a very fluid pictorial treatment that leaves room for drips and colored juices. If the material is more transparent than in the blue series, this suite of paintings is also darker, literally and figuratively.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She stages a disturbing huis-clos in which a little girl dressed in a red dress becomes the prey of a group of young boys armed with bats and guns. We find the little girl who appeared in the images of the blue series with her 1950’s dress and who we suppose is the artist’s sister. But while in the previous series the child was as wise as a picture, here she is represented in movement, in perilous postures induced by the violence inflicted on her by her torturers. Blindfolded, she is tied up and beaten. Her little body struggles to stand upright as she is so badly beaten. She eventually fell to the ground.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It is difficult not to be touched by what is seen as a distant trauma, especially since the girl seems to be pushed out of the picture. If only we were given the opportunity to help him.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But who exactly are his assailants, who barely emerge from the shadows and whose silhouette seems to belong to the dark background of the paintings? Why are they attacking the girl? They look like members of an anonymous children’s militia. Their features are erased as if violence had no face. The eye, it is true, is entirely turned towards the red dress which twirls in the space of the painting and which ends up diverting our attention. One forgets that the boys are still in short pants and that their gestures, if one subjects them to a careful examination, are a little clumsy and borrowed. What if it’s just a game? Jacqueline Gainon sows doubt. So, secret militia or scouts?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We end up wondering if the object of desire of these young people is not also ours. It must be said that the artist has organized his compositions by dramatizing at will these scenes with their folded perspective and the plunging light that come to offer us on a tray the almost erotic body of this child with pink flesh all dressed in red. Here we are in the skin of the wolf. Between abuse and forbidden games, these nightmarish and suffocating scenes counteract the epinal imagery of the blue series and all the reassuring and ideal notions of family and especially of painting. They involve us in the erotic game of representation of which we become the voyeurs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In addition to this very intense pictorial series, there are extraordinary small drawings in Indian ink and gouache felt-tip pen where the battle seems to be rebalanced in places. Sometimes the girl manages to keep her attackers at bay. The victim becomes the executioner, to the delight of the viewers. Finally, Little Red Riding Hood in her light dress that we would like to see made of muslin climbs on a huge skull where she manages to balance herself, thus making a mockery of death. So be it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Catherine Macchi<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Jacqueline Gainon<\/strong><\/p>\nBorn in 1951<\/p>\n
Lives and works in Nice since 1978<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
PERSONAL EXHIBITIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2009<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nIthaca<\/em>, Norbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2006<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nNorbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n
One, two, three, Sun<\/em>, Galerie de la Marine, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
2005 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nPort Lympia College, Nice<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1998<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAnother Monday<\/em>, Fran\u00e7oise Vigna Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1996<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLilo Marti Gallery, Saint-Paul de Vence<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1995<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMartagon Gallery, Malauc\u00e8ne<\/p>\n
Atelier Pascal Paradis<\/em>, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
1994<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nHamburg Fair<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1993<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nSicart-Iperti Foundation, Vallauris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1992<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Martine Queval Gallery, Paris<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1991<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nGallery Tobias Hirschman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1990<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nAtelier 80, Bordeaux<\/p>\n
Dau Al Set Gallery, Barcelona<\/p>\n
Ren\u00e9 Ba\u00e9riswyl Gallery, Geneva<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1989 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nChristine Colmant Art Gallery, Brussels<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1988 <\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMunicipal Gallery, Kaarst (Germany)<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Tobias Hirshmann, Baden-Baden<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1987<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nFIAC, Paris, Joachim Becker Gallery<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
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1986<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nMudolo Gallery, Lisbon<\/p>\n
Laurens Daane Gallery, Amsterdam<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
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1985<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nARCO, Madrid<\/p>\n
Museum of Toulon<\/p>\n
Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
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1984<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nJoachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n
Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n
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1983<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\nLola Gassin, Nice<\/p>\n
Atelier Mac\u00e9, Cannes<\/p>\n
Anna Johnson Gallery, Cambridge (USA)<\/p>\n
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PERSONAL EXHIBITIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2009<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Ithaca<\/em>, Norbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2006<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Norbert Pastor Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n One, two, three, Sun<\/em>, Galerie de la Marine, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2005 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Port Lympia College, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1998<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Another Monday<\/em>, Fran\u00e7oise Vigna Gallery, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1996<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Lilo Marti Gallery, Saint-Paul de Vence<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1995<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Martagon Gallery, Malauc\u00e8ne<\/p>\n Atelier Pascal Paradis<\/em>, Nice<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1994<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Hamburg Fair<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1993<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Sicart-Iperti Foundation, Vallauris<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1992<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n Martine Queval Gallery, Paris<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1991<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Gallery Tobias Hirschman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1990<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Atelier 80, Bordeaux<\/p>\n Dau Al Set Gallery, Barcelona<\/p>\n Ren\u00e9 Ba\u00e9riswyl Gallery, Geneva<\/p>\n Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1989 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Christine Colmant Art Gallery, Brussels<\/p>\n Gallery Tobias Hirshman, Frankfurt<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1988 <\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Municipal Gallery, Kaarst (Germany)<\/p>\n Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n Gallery Tobias Hirshmann, Baden-Baden<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1987<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n FIAC, Paris, Joachim Becker Gallery<\/p>\n Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1986<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Mudolo Gallery, Lisbon<\/p>\n Laurens Daane Gallery, Amsterdam<\/p>\n Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1985<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n ARCO, Madrid<\/p>\n Museum of Toulon<\/p>\n Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1984<\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Joachim Becker Gallery, Cannes<\/p>\n Gallery Anna Friebe, Cologne<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1983<\/strong> <\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n Lola Gassin, Nice<\/p>\n Atelier Mac\u00e9, Cannes<\/p>\n Anna Johnson Gallery, Cambridge (USA)<\/p>\n [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_tab][vc_tab title=”SELECTION OF WORKS” tab_id=”1410959083-2-8ee18-e32f”][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1626860249331{margin-top: 0px !important;margin-right: 5% !important;margin-bottom: 100px !important;margin-left: 5% !important;}”]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_tab][vc_tab title=”STORE” tab_id=”1410959544887-4-0ee18-e32f”]\n