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Pars   mais   prend   bien   soin  de   revenir   (Leave  But  Make   Sure  To  Return)  

Amélie Brisson-­Darveau Forest City  Gallery November  01  –  December  14,  2013


On Amélie  Brisson-­Darveau’s  Pars  mais  prend   bien  soin  de  revenir  (Leave  But  Make  Sure  To   Return)  at  Forest  City  Gallery Written  by  Kim  Neudorf

Having been made a fixture of/in a vest (a vestment), a sleeve, a leg length, a sock-tube.

most cases, an exaggeration (or outright improvement) of our physical realities. Brisson-Darveau’s shadow-figures, in contrast, seem to exaggerate the inwardturning autonomy of shadows which have become independent of bodies. For the most part, hands and feet are missing, as are heads; absent, they have lost their primary positions of authority and gravity, no longer at foremost poles of figurative clarity.

Amélie Brisson-Darveau’s figures were once shadows belonging to bodies out walking, side-stepping, tip-toeing, making exaggerated silhouettes, and stretching to reach and grab and yank, then kick and nudge and squash flat. Brisson-Darveau’s figures were once in on these conversations of life and limb, but are no longer merely an appendix to the body; they’ve gone elsewhere. They are now records, tracings, fossils of shadows. They are clothes left after the Rapture. Homicide chalk outlines. Spotlights freeze these figures as if catching them red-handed, or holding them fixed via the blaze of some kind of Truth.

The thick, dull greys, greens and maroons of patterned tarps, drop-cloths, horse blankets. Once wet laundry now frozen stiff. Colours seem generalized, a means to an end. This also speaks of the frumpiness of the body clad for cold weather, packed into public transit, or loping across a sidewalk against the wind in hunched walk. Crotches are prominently accounted for. Seams are key moments. A leg can be so short as to invert itself into an extra exit/entrance. An odd, shiny corduroy is used for the nubby “legs”, long-underwear style.

A child’s drawing of knights, soldiers, woodsmen. The limbs fold up like paper dolls. Little Lord Faunterloys. Oliver Twists. The limbs of these figures are foreshortened, like the logic of a child’s idea of the human figure tailored into literalized form. An arm becomes a tool, a weapon, or an alternative mode of communication. Torsos are long, heavy, stout, hardy. Our shadows are, in

Roland Barthes asks: “What would be the essence of a pair of trousers (if it has one)? Certainly not that carefully prepared and


rectilinear object found on the racks of department stores; rather the ball of cloth dropped on the floor by the negligent hand… tired, lazy, and indifferent.” Adversely, when trousers are dropped into speech, dry slapstick is automatic. Or, as in the word bosom, cinematic pupils guffaw.

Gestures are less formed out of a material logic than of a repetitive lyric or refrain. A consistent flatness, like a bulldozed cartoon character, persists in taking shape. Looking for what matters in excess, I’m quickly led back to the limits of edges. Like the hallucinations in Lem Stanislaw’s ‘Solaris’, the idea of a person - when made flesh brings to light things we’ve forgotten, or more dramatically, things we’ve exaggerated. Rituals and fates are constantly repeated. Even if rerouted, these stories are inevitable.

In other stories, clothes leap into the air during an incantation. Shoes tap dance. Suits of armor float over hillsides. Lost or stolen coats enact revenge on behalf of their helpless owners. Of Brisson-Darveau’s figures, the Huntsman seems to prevail. His arm under his stumpy leg, holding his other leg up as he stretches his hamstring. Morning warm-ups before battle.

Pressed upon by an invisible presence. In dreams all the actors are us. Caused by an overheated room, a fever, or simply an excess of bedding, one’s body can sometimes signal its distress in various figural and roundabout exploits in dreams. Complaints of vague, invisible intruders are common. Alarming pressure performed by ghosts on one’s back or chest, causing immediate panic and waking. That such fear and horror can happen in dreams is a mundane fact, but that our brains and bodies design these fates is still unsettling. The intimate physicality of these shadows in their relentless, familiar need to shock us back into wakefulness.

The dance of a stubbed toe. The prolonged leap of shadows legging it in the failing light of the afternoon. Brisson-Darveau’s shadows reach, and ask us to reach with them. We become people napping or stretching on floor mats. Our postures slowly, awkwardly spell out the sentence of each shadow-figure. One knee up, pitched forward, one arm in a pre-diving arc. We are asked to think through these figures by deduction. Bodies behaving in reverse.

Through this shape is a path slit through by the form that follows function, but also that line which has often stopped dead as I stop, making another shadow of the future matter of me.

The material equivalent of figural refusal. Characters become visible, identifiable, but are not really present, not really here. Materiality is in service to the performing nature of the uniform. The plausible functionality of buttons, zippers, pockets, cuffs and collars (and in one instance, booties), overrides matter as a matter of fact.

Being asked to interact with another’s shadow, as Brisson-Darveau’s figure-shadows do, is at first odd. As if defensive of how we interact unthinkingly with our own shadows,


doing otherwise is like trivializing something very automatic, very unconscious, and very personal.

the same time, the shadow “provides an image of the body that survives on the other side… [conjuring] that body’s future condition as a spirit or shade” in time.

This may be because of a basic space of security shadows provide: they remind us of our bodies in space and time, and of the fact that there are other perspectives and vantage ports to/of ourselves which point simultaneously to life and to death. Marina Warner speaks of shadows’ “immaterial and insubstantial presence [which] accompanies the being that casts them and gives evidence of that entity’s materiality… Doubled by a form that has no substance, we paradoxically possess a certificate of life.” At

That Brisson-Darveau’s figure-shadows, with all their flippancy and hyperbole, remind of all of this is no small thing. The weird unfamiliarity of costumes. Their weight and unreality. What do they do to us? We fit ourselves into them, fit into and are fitted to. Outfitted, we are out of shape and inside another.



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Forest City   Gallery   gratefully   acknowledges     the     operational     support     of    The     Canada     Council     for     the     Arts,    The    Ontario    Arts    Council,    The    London    Arts    Council    and    The    City    of    London.    FCG  also    wishes     to    acknowledge    the    support    of    its    membership,    volunteers,    Board    of    Directors    and    patrons,    including     Brenda    Fuhrman    for    support    of    the    monthly    artist    speakers’    series.    Thank  you    to  Liza    Eurich    for     designing    and      compiling    the    publication,    Kim  Neudorf  for    her    thoughtful  essay    and    last    but    certainly    not     least,    to    Amélie  Brisson-­Darveau  for    accepting    our    invitation    to    exhibit    and    speak    at    Forest    City    Gallery. All  images  were  taken  of  Amélie  Brisson-­Darveau’s  exhibition  Pars  mais  prend  bien  soin  de  revenir  that  was  on   display  at  Forest  City  Gallery  from  November  1st  to  December  13th  2013. FCG  Current  Board    of    Directors:      Benjamin    Robinson,    Jamie    Faye    Ryan,    Jennifer    Lorraine    Fraser,    Erin   Kaszarowski  ,  Neil    Klassen,  Julia    Beltrano,    Sophie    Quick,      Ryan      Craven,    Liza  Eurich,    Mark  Kasumovic,   Rory  O’Connor  and    Jennifer    Hamilton.   Forest  City  Gallery  Director:    Jenna  Faye  Powell This  publication    is    licensed    under    a    Creative    Commons    Attribution        Non-­  Commercial        Sharealike      License. Images    ©    Amélie  Brisson-­Darveau Text    ©    Kim  Neudorf

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