Bétonsalon: Insolubles Solides
I went to a bunch of openings on the Rue Louise Weiss last Saturday, where I came upon a nice small show of artist books by the environmental artist Richard Long at the Christophe Daviet-Thery gallery. While documentation can be nice, the best show of actual work I saw that night was at Bétonsalon. I liked a small, very poetic print imprisoned in a box made of sandblasted, semi-transparent glass by Aurélian Mole (Noorderlicht, 2008). My favorite piece was Tapis de Poussière (Dust Rug) by Frédéric Pradeau. The artist wove a large grey floor rug out of dust, presumable the kind recuperated from vacuum cleaners. The inversion of the functional object (rug) and what it’s meant to hide (the dust usually swept under the rug) was humorous and asked pointed questions about what kinds of materials we associate with value and invest in. By spending so much time with a material so base (weaving is after all, a meticulous art – travail de moine- par excellence), Pradeau created a form for something that has no form of it’s own. Dust normally callously coats its host sites, with the slow and unwavering determination: here it is collected rather than rinsed away.







