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[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_accordion toggle_icon=”||fa||900″ icon_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||140px|||” border_radii=”on|10px|10px|10px|10px” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_accordion_item open=”on” open_toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” body_text_color=”#000000″ body_font_size=”16px” background_color=”#fff5dd” background_enable_color=”on” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”50px||50px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ toggle_font=”Comfortaa|600|||||||”]<\/p>\n
Since then,<\/p>\n
Like a trace of life,<\/p>\n
Encountering the smallest of things,<\/p>\n
I’m moving forward in awareness of the strength and fragility
of germination.<\/p>\n
With wood, iron, always glass.<\/p>\n
Assemble meetings,<\/p>\n
sow the weather on the fly, the time before,
now and slowly, exist.<\/p>\n
Like a graft,<\/p>\n
I bring light to these sacred spaces by breaking them.<\/p>\n
I’m sure I’ll find a bit of peace, and why not a bit of joy, in this often worn-out, abandoned material.<\/p>\n
Touching as simply as possible our innermost selves,
our life stories as standing men and clay.<\/p>\n
Crossing to find endless Beauty.<\/p>\n
Bernard Froment<\/strong><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_accordion_item][et_pb_accordion_item title=”The Bestiary” open_toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” body_text_color=”#000000″ body_font_size=”16px” background_color=”#fff5dd” background_enable_color=”on” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”50px||50px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ toggle_font=”Comfortaa|700|||||||” toggle_text_align=”center” toggle_font_size=”18px” open=”off”]<\/p>\n From the tree, always the tree.<\/p>\n In its sap flows our veins.<\/p>\n All those tiny bits of wood,<\/p>\n These bits of himself, these bits of himself,<\/p>\n I like it.<\/p>\n And then one day, a wink, from him to me, from us to him, almost at the end of his life, there in front, just in front,<\/p>\n The animal.<\/p>\n Here it is.<\/p>\n It’s waiting for me to bring it back to life.<\/p>\n Like a surgeon of the verb “to love”, to give him back what he has lost.<\/p>\n A wing, a claw, a horn, an eye, always made of glass.<\/p>\n Capturing the light in its slightest glint.<\/p>\n His eyes remain youthful.<\/p>\n He’s there in front of us and knows exactly where he comes from, what he wants, with the little and the almost nothing, he’s happy.<\/p>\n No fear, no time, no age, just the presence of sharing.<\/p>\n Too bad, too good. He’s sweetly cheerful. <\/p>\n Here I write on it: “To the trees, et cetera…”.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_accordion_item][et_pb_accordion_item title=”Materializing feelings” open_toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” body_text_color=”#000000″ body_font_size=”16px” background_color=”#fff5dd” background_enable_color=”on” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”50px||50px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ toggle_font=”Comfortaa|700|||||||” toggle_text_align=”center” toggle_font_size=”18px” open=”off”]<\/p>\n For me, sculpture is the materialization of feelings.<\/p>\n It’s simple and to the point.<\/p>\n She doesn’t play, she doesn’t cheat,<\/p>\n she is the very consciousness of beauty.<\/p>\n For and with my job as an agricultural sculptor,<\/p>\n in my opinion, it’s the best way to express<\/p>\n the painful recognition of the farming world.<\/p>\n Humanity is nothing if it doesn’t recognize its mother.<\/p>\n The one that gives birth to it and nourishes it: the Earth.<\/p>\n The man,<\/p>\n this fragile, light seed is nothing<\/p>\n without the food that keeps it alive.<\/p>\n Respect, recognition and transmission.<\/p>\n Furrow after furrow,<\/p>\n let’s join together to listen to the song of the third dimension.<\/p>\n Beyond sculpture, I want to talk about art,<\/p>\n the one who raises, the one who brings, the one who germinates.<\/p>\n In silence,<\/p>\n in the transparency of time that makes, of time that is,<\/p>\n Always ready for the eternal moment of peace<\/p>\n and sow in freedom to reap the fraternity tear.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_accordion_item][et_pb_accordion_item title=”Fair and simple” open_toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” body_text_color=”#000000″ body_font_size=”16px” background_color=”#fff5dd” background_enable_color=”on” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”50px||50px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ toggle_font=”Comfortaa|600|||||||” toggle_text_align=”center” toggle_font_size=”18px” open=”off”]<\/p>\n Fair and simple<\/p>\n In the beginning, the TREE.<\/p>\n Remember chlorophyll,<\/p>\n With a wink,<\/p>\n A no-brainer,<\/p>\n From wood to man, living,<\/p>\n An intimate trace of our existence.<\/p>\n We are linked, connected by the profound reality of life,<\/p>\n Essentially living together.<\/p>\n All these pieces of wood,<\/p>\n Often abandoned,<\/p>\n have been used and touched by human hands.<\/p>\n Their memory is intact.<\/p>\n I prepare them like a feast day,<\/p>\n I straighten them, give them a pedestal and, in a peasant impulse<\/p>\n I bring them new germination,<\/p>\n a spark of light,<\/p>\n a new chance.<\/p>\n Glass to express life and survival,<\/p>\n for and with the joy of being born, of being reborn without perhaps being.<\/p>\n No doubt back on the road in the early morning,<\/p>\n they’ve come a long way and now they’re going even further.<\/p>\n to show their strength and fragility,<\/p>\n their generosity to love again and again.<\/p>\n Sometimes even without bark,<\/p>\n Beyond an aged body, they give back the year Life,<\/p>\n Beyond almost nothing,<\/p>\n In the secret assembly of care, they are there<\/p>\n With us and for us.<\/p>\n Again and again, like a new seed,<\/p>\n In an intimate and ultimate suit of humility and interiority,<\/p>\n of joy and dew,<\/p>\n Happy to exist<\/p>\n and in a flight of freedom<\/p>\n they try to reach the heart of the standing man of clay,<\/p>\n and Raimer, to reach the silence of Peace.<\/p>\n What more can we do than bring Life to Beauty.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_accordion_item][et_pb_accordion_item title=”The Dioms” open_toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” body_text_color=”#000000″ body_font_size=”16px” background_color=”#fff5dd” background_enable_color=”on” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”50px||50px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” toggle_text_color=”#E09900″ toggle_font=”Comfortaa|600|||||||” toggle_text_align=”center” toggle_font_size=”19px” open=”off”]<\/p>\n Here we are, already, now, at this moment, in this state of affairs,<\/p>\n in a state of evidence that keeps us on our feet and moving forward.<\/p>\n These beings are the latest to emerge from a liberated space.<\/p>\n From these heads escaped from the fire, the best of the tree remains a thought.<\/p>\n From this glass neck, another fragility and column between thought and materiality.<\/p>\n These beings are dressed in sacks of wheat, corn, bags of life at the service of our lives.<\/p>\n As with our lives, fill, empty, wear out, and with joy they are overturned and illuminated by the light.<\/p>\n The inner light that is given to every living being. These open bags, torn between the heart and the lower abdomen, right at the precise point from which strength springs. <\/p>\n It’s protected and filtered by a glass plate, a utensil they use to eat.<\/p>\n Take and be aware of our Food, essential to our Life. We are what we eat. <\/p>\n Finally, these beings stand on a pedestal that links them to the earth and to the work of men: a disc, an agricultural tool as a root.<\/p>\n Their outfit also has a few mirror-like spots; without being narcissistic, it’s the link, the correspondence like a lighthouse at the end of the pier.<\/p>\n These beings, my beings, have received everything, experienced everything; they only move forward in awareness of the essential, in serenity, austerity and a deep relationship with this inner light that is their only notion of healing. They’re out of that poor duality: beyond influence, beyond fear, beyond brokenness. Just an intense inwardness, a personality that drives them to be surely connected to others and to something else. <\/p>\n They are Dioms, half God, half Man. Simply exceptional beings of great wisdom. <\/p>\n They are in knowledge. Everything is within them, and it’s because they are Thems that they can be with others. 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