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Yamou

Galerie Regine Deschenes

These are very silent paintings, silent in a way that has nothing to do with calm. Actually, they’re not paintings at all, but painting shapes compactly worked in sand and dirt and scrap metal. As such, they don’t describe, they don’t narrate, they don’t orchestrate their earthy colors and textures; they just appear there, before us, as markers of time and of a certain seething rage. Time is in the cracks and the rust that has come to pattern the surfaces; the rage goes deeper, like the occasional scratches and scrawls that have been added by hand, or the nails driven into the edges of the metal with such regularity and violence.

These quietly angry paintings that aren’t paintings are the work of Yamou, a Moroccan who has been living in France for ten years. He came to study sociology and completed an extensive study of contemporary Moroccan painters before deciding he was more properly

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