‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017.

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Toile d'Ardoise 1

2017

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.

Toile d'Ardoise 2

2019

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.

Toile d'Ardoise 3

2019

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.

Toile d'Ardoise 4

2019

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.

Toile d'Ardoise 5

2019

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.

Toile d'Ardoise 6

2019

‘Toiles d’Ardoise’ was born during my artist-residency in La Sarthe, France in 2017. During my stay, the roof of the building was renovated. Damaged slates were replaced. The roofer let them slide down carelessly. I studied this ‘waste’, every piece of slate was like a bit of clotted history. Of the spot where it was at that moment, the house. And of the place where it came into being. Traces of water, wind, plants and animals, fossils. The material was screaming for attention. For a long time I searched for a way to capture this rugged beauty. Eventually a series of frottages made with crayon and graphite on cloth came into existence.  I called them ‘Toiles d’Ardoise’.