Jean Feldman
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Jean Feldman

France • 1933

Biography

First it was a piece of ebony and a fistful of clay, then later on an iron reddened by fire. Then the man (Who was he? African? American Indian?) gave him an essential form which was going to contain all his joys, his fears and his hopes. Centuries later, after being bartered, after travelling, being forgotten and then retrieved a thousand and one times, the object that was passed from hand to hand came back to us intact, diffusing its secrets and its emotions like a black box found on the seabed. It is this kind of encounter that moves me deeply every time and brings back the powerful memory of my early years, the memory of that innocence, that sheer joy of the wonderment of creation. Today, my work strives to connect with that time. My works are deliberately silent… They wish to be benevolent witnesses to those who possess them…I hope that they constantly transmit the feelings which gave them life.
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