Exhibitions

As soon as we see a painting of Jean Charles Millepied, we get closer to it, as if magnetized, but we are very quickly confronted with the fact that this unidentified object emanates from reassuring and brutal, but also cerebral and visceral, to catch us.

Somewhat unsettled, we do not really know how to apprehend this strange thing that attracts us while pretending to taunt us.
One is like "inter-looké", possessed, prisoner of this partition mi serial, mi fractal, for lack of having in hand the good codes of access.
On the other hand, we guess that we have nothing to do with the docile or complaisant painting, the one that would make you an eye to invite you to a short ride of the carousel or the owner, then curiosity of satisfied onlooker, you would leave the place in all discretion, but backwards ...
No, the pictorial universe of Jean Charles Millepied resembles those mysterious spaces that haunt the canopy of clouds and come to settle their accounts in the very heart of the vortices,
where the lightning would take the form of traits developed by virtue of being cleverly designed, such as those scribbled by a child gifted brush and pencil
where thunder would fall, color after color, into a series of winning folds, the term of a liar poker, where the clouds, then, scarred with bright colors or underground, would go in contradictory directions, while being zebra of Promising signs indecipherable.
 
After this first shock, both sonic and visual since the vowels are since Rimbaud eternal colors, so we must "roll up the hips" in the manner of these painters so gestural action painting, which Jean Charles Millepied is certainly one of biological sons. "
 

Extract from a text by Jean Serge Breton, says Deuce
Fine artist and collector
Member of the Board of Directors of Salon d'Automne
Secretary General of the International Fall Salon