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Guillaume Pinard

2003

Guillaume Pinard is an Astérides Resident in 2003. The archives of Triangle-Astérides do not allow for the determination of the exact dates or the duration of this residency in 2003.

Guillaume Pinard was born in 1971 in Nantes (FR), he lives and works in Rennes (FR)

“At the beginning, there is order: clear lines, taut compositions, harmonious color fields depicting the alluring universe of childhood. There is convention too: paintings, drawings, sculptures, animations, all conforming to traditional protocols. It is the scenes themselves that break the rules.

The exclusive protagonist of these frames, con-con (a denial of name), with a schematic, sign-like body (a denial of flesh), essentially without qualities, is immersed in a world reduced to the intense expression of pure drives. No living souls, only figures. No hearts, but the inexhaustible flow of blood. No brains, but the luxuriant expansion of nerves. Or more precisely, the visible presence of their signs; for it is a rhetoric here that makes a world visible.

Yet, if each act of my production is a sentence, the whole does not constitute a text, because the syntax of this grammar is congenitally flawed.

In the drawings, paintings, sculptures, the event is suspended, thwarted by opposing forces that never align, left to the seduced and repressed responsibility of the viewer. In the animations, time cannot contain the outbursts or else loops them, forcing the witness to consume the same unstable posture of attraction and repulsion again and again.

Thus, my work, playing on the atonality of the space it occupies, cannot assert itself through the clear expression of a goal, nor in the unambiguous designation of an object. In short, its voice is condemned to express itself through a viral, multiple, combinatory deployment, to refuse the acquisition of any territory or medium, to drive nails into the perverse and insane margin that the expression of its vitality produces.”

- Guillaume Pinard