Surfaces, merveilles et caprices
Patrick Javault is welcoming Natacha Lesueur.
Whoever has seen one of Natacha Lesueur’s photographs even once generally remembers it for a long time. Whether heads wearing aspic hats or legs sheathed in chaudfroid, the culinary preparations invented by the artist to glorify bodies will make you laugh or smile at the nerve or the incongruity of the proposition. Smiling, however, does not preclude questions or doubts in front of images which, while reminiscent of Baroque or even a certain strand of Surrealism, produce a crude vision of beauty in mass-consumption as constructed by advertising, for instance. Insinuations and metaphors of desire are then put aside: when longing or even passion come into play, they usually take over. Regression and transgression complement each other, and they are a good match.
Even when they do not invite to manducation, Natacha Lesueur’s works always strike a delicate balance between the decorative, the funny, and the uncanny.
