Lundi 21 mai 2007
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This portrait comes from the Xteriors series (2001-05) by Desire Dolron. The
originality of the artist is recognizable by her search of pure light, but also in her prominent ability of altering images with technological help. The result offers portraits as astonishing as
they are captivating. Here is an example that I will comment on :
Xteriors IV , Désirée Dolron, 2001-05
This face in ¾ position is revealed by a pale light which immediately draws one's attention. She is smooth-skinned and
seems perfect, her hirsuteness only exists with her long ginger hair, since her brows and eyelashes are missing, and the lines of her face seem to have been faded by the passage of time. Her face
is human, even though it seems to have been sculpted in stone; we are facing a true living statue. Her eyes gaze at us with perfect neutrality, while her lips stay fixed, without leaving us an
opportunity to read her mind or understand her feelings. Nothing shows through this gazing face, this is the distant look of a ghost that we confront inside this old Irish mansion.
She appears neutral, however nothing makes her an impersonal subject. Her ginger hair is woven on her head, finishing in
dreadlocks, conveying a hot touch to her marble glance. As the weak glitters at her ear reveal the presence of three earrings, discreetly worn in shadow. These discreet details appear as traces
of life of which we do not have a clue, and which we could hardly imagine elsewhere than in a dream.
Perfection, enigma, and questioning are the three keywords which fix my attention in front of this unique piece of
art.
Beyond disconcerting portraits, Desiree Dolron present us with some pretty weird staged productions, such as in this
photograph:
Xteriors VIII, Desiree Dorlon, 2001-05
The Piéta theme comes directly to mind. Here, the immaculate white of marble and what looks like a shroud, foreshadows a
kind of ghoulish purity. The rest of the picture then appears to have been drowned in shadows, into darkness… The one-being who is lying on the cold table is revealed as androgynous. Is he/she
dead ? Is he/she lost in a dreamless sleep ? The rigor mortis of his/her arm announces the fact there is no life in its clay and the presence of the other characters – these living ghosts that I
was talking about -, are here only to prepare in good form, his/her passing ritual into the after-life
I like to think that the future of this androgynous being is to join the rank of these dark haunters. Before her
disappearing, she was amongst us, sexed and endowed with the spark of life, the flame of her identity. Now, she roams between two worlds, although her clay has already lost any personal and
emotional semblance of her bygone life. Her body has become smooth, pale and totally asexual, as she has been prepared to join up with the cohort of macabre angels waiting for her
awakening.
A disturbing and beautiful calm reign in this silent image. Such fascination in front of this death’s face is anything but
sick. I even think that we can speak of moment of religious meditation in front of this scene.