Annouck Dupont

Annouck Dupont gave shape to the characters in a colorful and fairy tale that translates this part of unconsciousness rooted in childhood.

Babies, ladies craft, rabbits, peace mannequens are the asymmetrical, nickel-plated, graceful or burlesque subjects that populate this poetic and quirky universe.

Absolute test of truth, sculpture takes everything, dominates everything.

Starting with the one who lets himself be crossed. The eye in a stylus, the body on the lookout, she takes in the background in the arena of her bringing to life all the dips and hollows, all the burns and the detours, all the invisible presences of what will emerge from the material by his entrails and by his hands.

Come in ! There is the Puss in Boots, Lady Craft, Little Red Riding Hood, Grated Carrot and the babies: Dancer, Chatter, Moon, Prankster or Questioner; there is a world of terrible children there, a small people imagined by a creative fairy, Annouck Dupont, Belgian sculptor, who shares her dream with us.

So yes, Annouck Dupont's inspiration comes from children and their drawings. She wants to transcribe their spontaneity, the way they blur the proportions with naivety, she wants to make the expression pure, the first draft. It is a way for her to break free from codes, to break the academicism of her beginnings, to shift her style. Annouck Dupont sculpts the expressive movement, the exhilarating and generous language of the child who says, mouth and palm open towards the sky in an almost mystical posture,

" again ! ".

Annouck Dupont tells her fairy tale, that of a mother, half-woman, half-alien, super heroine between Snow White and Elastigirl, taller, stronger who incubates her children, the magical pillars of our humanity. [...] With all his strength Annouck Dupont will draw on childhood to offer us this rare essence, this fighting heart which leaves us while growing up. To look at his works is to see again the child that we were, who held the world in his hands. And it is perhaps to hand us this sparkling mirror that she so often uses polished bronze and resin, so that in the smooth contours of these stammering bodies we can find ourselves there, enfant terrible, master of the sacred world. his mother Queen of the Universes. She also comes from Annouck Dupont.

It is a universal mother who engenders the first questioning: who am I? she is a matrix which like a stone that we throw into living water never ceases to increase the circles of its creation and to seek the voice of its unconscious, that indescribable dream which holds us all and which it dissects in beauty for everyone.

Enter, For Annouck Dupont, it is a question of going backwards, towards the beginning, a return to the unharmed matter, the Newborn.