Discovered in Paris: Faz and her monumental garden sculptures
OK, I am now back from Paris !!!
It was a great stay and the first discovery I'd like to share is Faz.
She has been showcased around the world: The French Senate, Shanghai, Greece, The EU...
I will leave it to Marc Levy, one of France's most successful contemporary authors to provide a full introduction before you visit her site ( here).
'I knew the story of this little boy, a desert nomad, who once asked his grandfather...
to explain to him what a woman was. The man answered that the task was impossible, as they were several.
So “describe them to me if there are so many”, asked the child, “we have time, this is a long journey”, and the old man realized that in this multitude, he could only depict the two women he had known, his spouse and his mother, still present to his mind.
So the man spoke of earth, water, fire and heaven. These are the words he used to describe what he felt without being able to name, womanhood.
Womanhood is at the heart of Faz’ sculpture. Woman as element.
As soon as she comes to life, she blends into nature, which gives her birth, or may be it’s the opposite. So, as if to lift this doubt, Faz’ hand sculpts further, it goes straight to desire, to its outcome: emotion. Passion yielding to gentleness, the bodies mingled with earth or bronze invite you to this journey.
Curves are sensual, motions intimate, and never provocative. Like an enchanting voice, each sculpture leads you to another, to yet more knowledge, there are no limits to delicacy.
Walking around these women, whose faces shoot towards the sky, one imagines a glance, and beyond the pose, the life it suggests, the moment, at least.
Faz’ women are beautiful, subtle, attractive and sincere, so touching that they are almost dangerous. One would like to leave, on the arm of one of them, to have the honor to talk to her, to hear a confiding whisper.
The sculpture is so alive that one can start dreaming.
And in the end who knows? May be, at nightfall, when the exhibition closes to the public, in the solitary half light, may be they would start speaking. Then, a grandfather from the desert would guide his grandson through the place.
Marc Levy
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