About Axelle Remeaud
Visual Artist The anatomy of gender Woman is at the heart of Axelle Remeaudâ€™s body of work. Through the dreams of disillusioned sentimental little girls she reveals the angel, the temptress, the fertile goddess and the obscene medusa. Mouth, breasts, vagina, legs, high heels, wedding gowns, floral motifs... the entire scope of the feminine conjugated as desire, curvy symbols, and fragments of an anatomy that, separating the parts from the whole, revels in fetishism. The young artist skillfully weaves knitting and introspection with the rejection of misogynist stereotypes, inspired as much by portraiture as by Gender Studies, while avoiding the corny and conceptual. Far from tame, her work is irreverent, malicious, impertinent, subtle, and dangerously sensual, full of ironic contradictions and critical ambiguity. Seduction is a trap where the attractive flirts with the repulsive, where desire meets disgust. Genres and eras blur to form a hybrid that echoes the formal rhetoric of the surrealists and inspires the imagination. Emerging from the rapid stroke of a pencil, separated from the rest of the body, female body parts reveal carnal topographies, an unknown and complex landscape teaming with life in the form of ancient forests and mythical creatures alike. Alternatively, the simple photograph of an Indian landscape takes on an organic dimension. No stranger to perspective or texture, Remeaud easily grasps the depth of her subject and excavates the territory around it until she reaches the core of its unconscious. The shadows of Louise Bourgeois and Annette Messager are subtly cast on her work, which also recalls the morbid eroticism expressed by Hans Bellmer and Georges Bataille. Latex legs severed at the thigh are cast on the ground like corpse, inviting perennials to spring up between them. Sex fornicates with death. Beyond the image of woman, beyond a fertility magnified by fantasy to the limits of monstrosity, the artist questions the notion of the living. One is reminded of Blaise Cendrarsâ€™s heroes from Maravagine traveling up the Orinoco river, where madness emerges to entangle them in hairy flowers and submerge them in murky waters. Here is the rot of nature which is none other that life itself. CÃ©line Piettre (Translation Lee Brunet).