Les Dudes, 2015 “Tenderly derisory, gently hilarious, these are Olivier Sultan's four-penny fetishes. Finally, subtract the sacred, lighten the world - may the world disappear and come back to these so small things, these totems made of odds and ends, these three times nothing that defascinates us to the point of laughter. There the artist is the forger who points out cultures, conceals them, decomposes them, restores them but in shift, in take-off, in the respect of taking them again to mix them up - forgetting them one in the other. Thus pretending to be done with the aura - the aura will not when the presence blinks, that everything is to be seen in the blink of an eye, the mourning of all these declines, that the "original purity" assassinates vanishes. Works like peoples. ” Michel Camain Series of “Dudes” (2015): “Here they are leaving for the battlefield. The little dudes armed themselves with their sparkling ornaments, with a thousand little nails born from their inner scars. Born a long time ago, Dudes have the grace of feline and gently jerky movements. Astonished by their audacity, they advance in jerks, cautiously, in semi-circles, sometimes letting out a gracious little laugh, as if in spite of themselves. No sooner had they started to grow when they were suddenly seized with great metaphysical questions: Does God deserve our love? Should we give up happiness? Is laughter soluble in space? They confuse, confuse cultures and religions, usurp the titles of nobility. Heavenly thugs, here they are. Proud of themselves, without fear, and without reproach. At the wheel of their beautiful mounts, freshly watered and cuddled. When they reach halfway, one of them is suddenly seized with a doubt: who are they going to fight against? The strategist of the band had certainly foreseen everything, but, in the haste of the departure, forgot the plans and the name of the enemy. Immediately, here they are turning back, laughing at their blunder.