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Lot Essay
"Une chose est sûre, c’est qu’un tableau m’intéresse dans la mesure où je suis parvenu à y allumer certaine flamme qu’on peut appeler (…) de la vie, de la présence, de l’existence, de la réalité. Bien entendu, il advient très souvent dans le cours de mes travaux que mon tableau est privé de cela. J’y ai figuré des éléments, peu importe lesquels – objets, personnages, lieux – on les y reconnait, ils s’émeuvent pas, ils ne sont pas doués de vie… Tant qu’il en est ainsi, je poursuis mon travail, j’ajoute et je retire, je change, refais autrement (…) jusqu’à ce que se produise dans mon tableau certain extraordinaire déclenchement à partir duquel il me paraît doué de cette sorte de vie – pardon, de réalité (…) C’est comme un fait mystérieux et qui, probablement pour ce mystère même, me porte à toujours renouveler l’expérience en faisant de nouveaux tableaux." (J. Dubuffet, réponse à l'enquête A chacun sa réalité de P. Volboudt, XXème Siècle, No. 9, 1957)
"One thing is sure: a painting interests me in so far as I manage to ignite some flame in it that can be called (...) life, presence, existence, reality. Of course, it happens very often in the course of my work that my picture is deprived of it. I've figured elements, no matter which - objects, people, places – we recognize them there, but they don’t move, they are not endowed with life... As long as that is so, I continue to work, I add and I withdraw, I change or otherwise redo it (...) until some extraordinary spark of life happens in my picture - sorry, of reality (...) It's like a mysterious thing that, probably for the very reason of its mysteriousness, leads me always to repeat this experience by making new paintings." (J. Dubuffet, reply to the survey A chacun sa réalité de P. Volboudt, XXème Siècle, No. 9, 1957)
"One thing is sure: a painting interests me in so far as I manage to ignite some flame in it that can be called (...) life, presence, existence, reality. Of course, it happens very often in the course of my work that my picture is deprived of it. I've figured elements, no matter which - objects, people, places – we recognize them there, but they don’t move, they are not endowed with life... As long as that is so, I continue to work, I add and I withdraw, I change or otherwise redo it (...) until some extraordinary spark of life happens in my picture - sorry, of reality (...) It's like a mysterious thing that, probably for the very reason of its mysteriousness, leads me always to repeat this experience by making new paintings." (J. Dubuffet, reply to the survey A chacun sa réalité de P. Volboudt, XXème Siècle, No. 9, 1957)