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Lot Essay
«Je me souviens que lorsque j'étais fou de Dubuffet, j’en avais une vingtaine, collages, dessins, encres de chine. Une nuit, je me suis réveillé pour faire une exposition, je les posais, les bougeais, contre les chaises, les meubles, les accrochais aux murs. Thomas, qui ne dormait pas, est entré dans le salon et m'a regardé, éberlué, en train de m'agiter dans ma galerie imaginaire. Il me dit : "Mais enfin ! Qu'est-ce que tu fais, papa ?" "J'organise, chez moi et pour moi, une exposition Dubuffet !"»
«I remember that when I was mad about Dubuffet, I had about twenty of his works – collages, drawings, inks on paper. One night, I woke up to curate an exhibition. I placed the pictures here and there, moved them around, leant them on chairs and furniture, hung them on the walls. Thomas, who wasn't asleep, came into the living room and, perplexed, saw me fussing about in my imaginary gallery. He said to me: "What on earth are you doing Dad?!" I said: "I'm organizing a Dubuffet exhibition in my own home, for myself!"»
«I remember that when I was mad about Dubuffet, I had about twenty of his works – collages, drawings, inks on paper. One night, I woke up to curate an exhibition. I placed the pictures here and there, moved them around, leant them on chairs and furniture, hung them on the walls. Thomas, who wasn't asleep, came into the living room and, perplexed, saw me fussing about in my imaginary gallery. He said to me: "What on earth are you doing Dad?!" I said: "I'm organizing a Dubuffet exhibition in my own home, for myself!"»