Collection: Topsy-turvy
Where fire speaks and shadows dance, the horse, it rolls, it twists, it spits wind through its frozen nostrils, and yet, it still breathes, damn it! As if a fire had whispered in its veins: "Come on, my old nag, roll in the mud of the world, but stay beautiful,
stay wild, stay true!"
Bronze is cooled pain, but here, it still burns. It's not art, it's a cry in metal. It's good for souls, not for bodies. But this horse doesn't care. It rolls. It lives. It defies the sky, even in bronze.
"You don't die from being in bronze, you die from being still."
The "roulé-boulé" Bronze, lost-wax casting, cored, 6.2kg, a work by Audrey Fléchet, made at the Champ Bon foundry.
