In a presentation that is as formally beautiful as it is intriguing, Michel François punctuates the gallery space with a series of sculptural works that depart from the rigid geometry of the line. Vertical and horizontal, suspended or freestanding, appearing in a masonry grid, defining a corner or marked across the wall: the linear trace is all pervasive.
Yet each sharply defined edge, line, angle or plane also reveals its procedural antithesis: the organic, capricious and uncontrolled forms that arise during the making of the works. François’s practice is centred on what might be described as ‘controlled loss of control’ or, in other words, allowing the medium to do its will. These contradictions are particularly visible in Ruins of a Sky-Blue Wall, the major new work that confronts viewers upon entering the gallery. Constructed out of 1,200 hand-cast plaster bricks, this sculptural wall is as much an object of wonder as it is a barrier or impediment. On the one hand, it appears weightless, cartoon-like, tactile, surreal; yet it also represents painstaking labour, is heavy, solid and obstructing. To make the bricks, François poured plaster into moulds filled with tiny Styrofoam spheres; as the material hardened, it acquired a granular texture. Thanks to the friability of the plaster, each brick could be subsequently abraded, thereby creating imperfect forms with uniquely sponge-like textures. Plaster also ‘cements’ the bricks together, only this time coloured light-blue: an allusion to the sky, or the open space; the ‘cracks through which the light gets in’, but which, likewise, also holds the entire structure together. While the wall looks strong and forceful, closer inspection reveals an inherent tension and fragility.
Shiny Corner materialises an equivalent transformation: to make this work, the artist hurled molten tin at the seam between his studio floor and wall. The hot metal hitting the cold surface caused it to solidify into globular rivulets, its motion and fluidity abruptly arrested. At the same time, this haphazard gesture also produced a perfect right angle that, now upended, completes the corner of the room. The same technique is used to opposite effect in the dark, matte, otherworldly sculptures made of asphalt, only here the works are dark, shadowy, light-absorbing, alien. Technical precision and chance are also evident in the artist’s Souffles perdus sculptures. In the work on display, a cluster of individually mouth-blown, silvered glass balloons are tethered to a taught, vertical line. And as if to counteract the luminosity of the limpid, natural forms — filled with the breath of life, but also strangely deflated — a solid geometric cube of carbonised wood leaves its dark and dusty trail across the pristine, white-washed walls.
Francois’s works are, in a manner of speaking, ‘pieces of evidence’: the physical proofs of activities and events that have occurred elsewhere. They are action-based sculptures in the sense of being both the product and record of a controlled, but unpredictable, gesture: throwing (tin), blowing (glass), dragging (charcoal), stacking (belt buckles, peanuts), constructing (masonry) and pouring (plaster, aluminium, asphalt).
The line, as a leitmotiv, also possesses a conceptual significance. Lines divide, create borders, or establish thresholds. While this is immediately obvious when pure geometry gives way to organic form (or is it vice versa?), these junctures also call to mind other, more actual points of contact: the invisible barriers between seemingly different, contradictory and irreconcilable forces, peoples and cultures. But boundaries can also be permeable, as suggested by the sponge-like, porous textures of the bricks; soft as hinted at by the powdery charcoal; or fixed and impenetrable, like the unyielding metal.
In his subtle visual translations of these dualities – between control and ungovernability, conscious decision-making and random chance, and between materials and forms – Michel François alludes to the undertow of opposite and relative truths that, whether we are aware of them or not, define our very existence.