Reniere & Depla
These artists welcome the world as fugitive strangers. As Flemish-without-papers. More by touch than he who surely knows where the target is paved. It cannot be otherwise, they must have build a storehouse of shared memories. But where ?
I may say : in nothing else than in the ruins of what some call our Western civilisation. How their images sometimes touch the things in itselves to the point.
Perhaps the expression “ to lay a finger on “ should be the right term. Their art touches those who succeed to see. On the same time, their formation of the image skims narrowly along the open wounds of our political culture.
Such as: the relics of the Great War, the powerless desolation of beauty, the fatality of Jewish harm in world history, how a landscape can look just as abandoned as pregnant, the assumption of a family life in front of a destroyed house, say a home, but also that headstrong silence at mouth heigh, because “in the beginning was the image”.
(Joannes Késenne )
