Artist residency n. 2/ Curated by Goton: Gaia Vincensini
01.06.20 - 20.06.20
Mimosa Echard, Compassionevole cura
06.04.20 - 30.05.20
"Non si può essere incolti al punto di ..
24.01.20 - 19.03.20
Susan Cianciolo - GAME ROOM, NATURE MAZE
18.09.19 - 13.12.19
Enjoy - NOMAD Venice
05.09.19 - 08.09.19
Artist residency n. 1/ Susan Cianciolo
14.06.19 - 18.07.19
Susan Cianciolo - Selected films and conversation
24.06.19 - 24.06.19
Sylvie Auvray - BROOM
26.03.19 - 25.05.19
08.04.19 - 19.04.19
Sustenance00 - NOMAD St. Moritz
07.02.19 - 11.02.19
The Corner Piece n. 2 - Design Miami/
05.12.18 - 09.12.18
Même pas peur
25.09.18 - 20.10.18
Bernhard Schobinger @Studio Turi Simeti
12.04.18 - 21.04.18
Sylvie Auvray - BROOM
Auvray has long dealt with the images and forms that come into her life and which condition our relationship with reality. Her series of brooms – made of ceramic, vegetable fibres, fabric and metal – reflect the sideward gaze cast by the artist over the everyday dimension in order to highlight the potency of the object. The
that live inside them subtly provoke the domestic space, bringing malice and play into the nooks and crannies where things usually lie still.
There was a man that Auvray would go and drink tea with in a small town near Marfa (Texas). He would gather the skeletons of cacti and turn them into sticks for his brooms: light dry wood
Martina Simeti inaugurates the programming of her renewed gallery at number 4 Via Tortona in Milan with
: the first solo show in Italy by the artist Sylvie Auvray.
were stigmata left by the broken needles. While they talked, the man would tie loose knots to bind the brushwood
, covered in black spots, as if they
to the stick, turning these humble objects in his hands: waiting yet already in movement.
And so Sylvie Auvray’s broomsticks became a series of necks, some very long and others very short, holding up these mocking faces in glazed terracotta.
Heavy and all too lifelike, almost ‘uncapturable’, they seem to withhold
the electric charge of a dance.
Forced to stand in the corner as a form of punishment like one of Degas’s young dancers. As if they had abandoned the discipline only to don skirts of straw, linen thread or turkey feathers and turn themselves into a
broom or a sorceress.
While Sylvie Auvray’s plates are a series of paintings, her brooms are sculptures that need nothing but a corner to stand up straight, with no call for a base. They are like the waiting – or suspended – elements, like the chairs or the objects hanging from the walls of the English Shakers, a sect that preaches purity, perhaps to make more room for their dances and trances. Or perhaps they swallowed Legba, the Voodoo godhead, compared to the devil by
, who subtly shifts the order given to objects, leading to chaos.
Text by Sarah Holveck
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