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Isabelle Radtke tackles poetry. Helmeted, protected, she attacks the iron… The surrounds resonates from her hammering, the grinder’s whistles. |
Isabelle Radtke tackles poetry. Helmeted,
protected, she attacks the iron… The surrounds resonates from her
hammering, the grinder’s whistles. Arranging
fixtures and supports, little by little, she gives the sheet of steel a
volume; puts it on its feet. Her volumes become corporal: a cow, -that
she has a primordial experience of- or other “creatures”. When
she sees to painting, it is not about physical strength anymore, but
there too, poetry comes from a heed, an obedience. She lets herself be
surprised by what’s revealed, and then plays big by cutting, tearing,
shifting her shreds of paint, unstuck from their support. Fragments of
colors in transparencies, structuring or playful graphics that
bit-by-bit open the road for some “landscapes.” One is derailed by this painting that turns traditions into a game, refusing to be a painting.”