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Maison et Jardin No 76, October-November 2023.

Emergence Magazine Québec week 29, 2023

Loft & décoration Autumn-Winter 2023

In the No 32 of Spotlight from circle foundation for the arts, in February 2023.

Interview published in Günaydin on 5 May 2022 on the occasion of an exhibition in Nidge.

Text by Michel Lagrange written during my exhibition with Philippe Thouvenin, in early 2021, at the Galerie d’Art et d’Or à Châtillon-sur-Seine (21).

Joëlle Acoulon’s work is more than unique. I will not discuss her technique, which uses the latest technology. What interests me is the work itself, its power and its influence on the viewer. Technique belongs behind the scenes of creation. However, one cannot help but admire how the soulless technology of our machines can generate such creations. But the creator must still be at the forefront, commanding the dark forces of technology.
We are faced with a science fiction universe, where stretched, elongated, curved, allusive, colourful and diaphanous forms compose a veritable spatial choreography. We sometimes glimpse a few living beings in its ramifications, but it doesn’t matter: it is not so much a question of identifying anything as of being caught up in its constantly dynamic forms. Fusion, effusion, without any confusion. For everything is controlled in this dance of forms. This abstraction is pure lyricism.
It is not a matter of asking prosaically what it means, but of asking why it is beautiful, why it carries me away, why, as I gaze at these cosmic circles, I no longer have this universe in front of me, but within me, as if it and I were no longer one, but a single dance of body and spirit.
For the most astonishing thing about these abstract figures is their spiritual effervescence. When the imagination reaches such creative power, it becomes akin to the sacred. It is the beautification of chance, the force of the planets, the floral displays of the universe.
There is something mystical about these silent shifts with scattered limbs, but whose unity dominates and bears witness to a Presence with a capital P. I think of the magic of the gyroscope of my childhood. I think of the ecstasy of the whirling dervishes of my poetic inspiration… Everything falls into place, receiving its orders from a higher Beauty. It has no title, which would be reductive, unworthy. It is better than our questions. It requires communion with the infinite.

In Art & Design May 2020