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Jean-Emmanuel Exbrayat was born in 1967 in France. He studdied at Arts schools in Valenciennes and Tourcoing in north of France. Subsequently, he specializes in the development of communication space and then engages in the decorating trades. For many years, he worked as a decorator for companies, communities and today he works mainly for film and television. Never, however, has he ceased to explore and develop his personal artistic approach. This is how visual and conceptual reseach will succeed, through various mediums. For Jean-Emmanuel Exbrayat, art is a way of reflecting. His works are subjects of open conversations about the world as it is also as it might be. "Perilous exercice if any, only art: but it is like a permanent necessity to be. Without failling into the solipsistic experience, it is to others possible insights into the state of the world. A utopia considered as potentially achievable" N. Cogez-Poisson PAINTING WITH THE LACK OF A THING How do we relate to the world? Our bonds are made of diverse injunctions and illusions. Hence we tap the nature of who we are and we keep the rest at bay, with greater or lesser success. These variable distances, these cracks between fragments of reality are what inspire me in the pursuit of my work. It is as if reality where some stuff made of surperimposed layers and if you looked through it at the world, all you retained were confused, fuzzy and uncertain glimpes of its stability. A vision as through a kaleidoscope in which nothing is airtight. Transfers - whether they be symbolic or imprinted in paint itself or in plastic spaces - betray a need for unity or cohesion. Avoiding disintegration. What comes next if an element is missing? What connections may one design between pictorial spaces? Which color, which draft shall resonate plastically or conceptually with the other elements of the painting? Which layer will be the backdrop? Which ideas, which imaginary landscapes will arise from the experience? Why at last, will a space happen to remain impervious to anything but itself? This is the work of an artist's life J.E.Exbrayat