The work of art is a fertile land for those seeking refuge for their intimacy. Obviously for the artist, who is often asked to put her or his guts, but also for the viewer who can find in it an asylum for her or his own feelings. Poetry blossoms out when memories and emotions that were thought to be personal come to bloom in the work of another. It is this meeting that Clara Rivault initiates in each of her artworks. For though it may seem introspective, her work is, in fact, a universal lexicon, driving collective narratives that pile up into poems. Her pieces are based on personal memories, but also on testimonies from relatives or people who become friends.
Here, for example, you have to listen, discover this hesitant voice, which gropes in a vaporous spirit where memories are hidden behind Alzheimer's disease. This sound piece - (...)