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Born from dustbins and refuse, the "Collés” have their eyes open onto another world that seems somehow close. Against the walls, they pose and dance in silence before our eyes, as if to say "our lives depend on a few worn wires that bind and hold together our recomposed anatomies”.
The "Langue de Rouille” has no words to express itself: just a few bits of nothing, bits that have been left behind, abandoned, forgotten.
All these little objects that the "disposers” no longer want, that they have left behind without a second thought, forgetting to think about AFTERWARDS, when they are no longer there to see what happens near the verges of the world.
Life and romance run rife through the work of Gérard NICOLLET.
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