Autofonction
Jean-Charles de Quillacq
16.05.2020 - 25.07.2020
Présentation du travail, 2020
Lead, acrylic resin, melamine table
107 x 41 x 11,5 cm
unique
exhibition view Marcelle Alix, Paris, 2020
photo: Aurélien Mole
Jeans, 2020
Fiberglass, jeans, sneakers, socks
31 x 52 x 39 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Photo de casting, 2019
Laser print
22 x 31,7 cm
ed 5 + 1
Fumer Blanchir, 2020
Painted and burnt insulating material, 6 elements
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Le gens 2, 2020
Stretch film roll, iris juice
47 cm x diam. 6 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Méduse 1, 2019
Jellyfish, epoxy
39 x 7 x 9 cm
unique
photo : Aurélien Mole
Méduse 2, 2019
Jellyfish, epoxy, polystyrene box
39 x 7 x 9 cm
unique
photo : Aurélien Mole
Le chien infini 7, 2019 - 2020
Acetone on book page
7 x (29,7 x 42 cm)
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Photo de casting 2, 2020
Laser print
40 x 28,5 cm
ed 5 + 1
Mon produit, 2020
Polyester resin, clothes, natural hair, Barrier® gloves, polyethylene
222 x 45 x 50 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Je suis la même homosexuelle que la fois d'avant, 2020
Support bar, resin, Tramadol, Lyrica 300 mg
68 x 4,5 x 4,5 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Les anneaux, 2020
Plastic handle bars, resin, urine, Tramadol, Lyrica 300 mg, Lamaline® suppositories
38 x 20 x 12 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
Phile 2, 2020
Leather, epoxy, urine
110 x 4 cm
unique
photo: Aurélien Mole for Marcelle Alix
The words in this text — that we wrote right before the lockdown in France — accompany our very gestures as we handle and move Jean-Charles de Quillacq's works in preparation for the show. Autofonction (auto-function) is not only a closed system that his sculptures favour any more. It has now become a shared system, forced upon us by our collective consciousness, for the last fifty-five days.
Auto-function overflows with energy. It activates, it works, it rises up, it gathers, it struts about. It is also a bit arched, it feels the air, it catches things that remain foreign and wants to keep them, to feel them wiggle with muffled noises. When meaning dances, objects do too. They are alive and find their way in space, they live on its light and its darkness. They glow, they mattify and lie down like the oxalis triangularis — this false crimson shamrock, whose leaves close without the presence of a witness.