Poudres
J茅r么me Karsenti
Silicon Carbide, encre sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. 50 cm x 65 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur toile. 65 cm x 80 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur toile. 65 cm x 80 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. 50 cm x 65 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. 50 cm x 65 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur bois. 56 cm x 77 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur bois. 56 cm x 77 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. 25 cm x 35 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. 25 cm x 35 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur toile. 75 cm x 95 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre sur toile. 75 cm x 95 cm.
Lithographie sur papier Rives Butten 250 gr. Tirage unique. 30 cm x 40 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre, huile sur toile. 65 cm x 80 cm.
Silicon Carbide, encre, huile sur toile. 65 cm x 80 cm.
Silicon Carbide sur toile. 190 cm x 220 cm.
Silicon carbide on canvas. 190 cm x 230 cm.
Silicon carbide on canvas. 190 cm x 280 cm.
Sel de roche sur papier contrecollĂŠ. 100 cm x 130 cm.
Sel de roche sur papier contrecollĂŠ. 100 cm x 130 cm.
Terre battue et silicon carbide sur toile. 200 cm x 330 cm.
Before to be a painter and a writer, Jérôme Karsenti had a degree in architecture, 1997. He is living now between Berlin, Basel and Paris. Recently, he published in France with « Rue des promenades » a novel « You cannot be serious, man » and a poetry book « Pupilles de fourmis ». Jerôme Karsenti’s painting lies within the paintbrush, seeking to come out of itself. It looks for the ebb, the flow and the tide; the ribbon, the physiognomy or the face; the coherence through which the line holds to the canvas – like the one which makes the wave in the middle of the sea; the tension which underlies every fold of the drape; the asymptotes of man and of the world in a painting always started anew. What i’m interested in, is not the movement of the idea, from its plan to its realisation, but the concordance of every single and singular gesture – which, however thought through, carries its debt to the arbitrary; not to the plan, not to its prior design, but the to intuition of things and their immanent organisation, and of their profound coherence.