| Agnès Pezeu meets me with a wide smile, her long golden hair flowing. Her studio has the shape of a half moon. Canvases are hung like tapestries; others are rolled on the floor. She pulls out of the shelf her sketchbook. A series of heads drawn in charcoal appears on the page. In an ample gesture, with a few strong strokes, she draws the skull like a muscle under tension. Her hand encircles the shape, confident like a classical painter; she draws with force. In her work, one is immediately struck by the color: bright and fluid. The drawing integrates the paint, melts in it. A presence she catches in movement. It becomes visible as soon as the canvas is hung in the room. Pezeu appreciates the big formats. In the early 90s, she worked on a series of frescoes in urban surroundings. What interested her then was to measure herself to monumental surfaces. |
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Laurence d’Ist
Agnès Pezeu, A Deux. Oil on canvas, 195 x 97 cm. Courtesy of the artist.
Agnès Pezeu meets me with a wide smile, her long golden hair flowing. Her studio has the shape of a half moon. Canvases are hung like tapestries; others are rolled on the floor. She pulls out of the shelf her sketchbook. A series of heads drawn in charcoal appears on the page. In an ample gesture, with a few strong strokes, she draws the skull like a muscle under tension. Her hand encircles the shape, confident like a classical painter; she draws with force. In her work, one is immediately struck by the color: bright and fluid. The drawing integrates the paint, melts in it. A presence she catches in movement. It becomes visible as soon as the canvas is hung in the room.
Pezeu appreciates the big formats. In the early 90s, she worked on a series of frescoes in urban surroundings. What interested her then was to measure herself to monumental surfaces. The origin of the engagement was rather a revelation: that of the frescoes of the palace of Te of Mantua. There she was struck by the dialogue between the wall and the architecture. Since then, she has been in love with larges formats. It is true that her large canvases became alive in space. They almost escape from their holder to wander in nature and on walls.
