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Hélène Yousse creates her art with total allegiance, without concessions, out of a necessity.

A necessity that doesn’t admit any giving up.

Which draws its energy from the throbbing of an open wound, driven by the urgency to say directly what has to

be said.

What would be without this creation of art, the manipulation

of matter?

Loneliness, craziness, death. Time has no time.

It stands in a relation of tension with the observer.

In a relation of unbearable pain.

The first figures have collapsed into themselves.

They are present.

So much present while they talk of absence.

Of emptiness.

Of farewell.

Of the passing away of a much beloved person and her unforgettable gentleness.

Totally exhausted, petrified puppets as if spellbound within the moment, there, without a face, their skin removed, crushed from waiting.

Women out of rags, puppets made of trash.

Little by little the emptiness is being filled with sky.

The figures swing themselves up into the air – lightly – letting the light shimmer through them.

Turned towards a warm and yellow sun.

Like those Indians that throw themselves into the void

rotating in the freedom of the air, although they are tied

with their feet to the ropes, a reminder of the strict constraints  of gravity.

Hélène lives with their figures.

She speaks with them.

She touches them.

She caresses them.

"...Comme si son œuvre paradoxalement si présente et si lointaine à la fois, qui nous renvoyait à notre irrévocable solitude, aujourd’hui, tutoyait désormais le ciel...»

Juliette Le Roux, A.HJ

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