”Strong as an oak, a roc or a grand sculpture of Jacques. The metal reminisces the clay, its surface has the roughness of skin after been ruined by work and time. An outline standing, a mass that opens, stretches out, disembowels, a stem smashed by an axe, a glimmer on a rind. Look again. The mask is hefty, thick, thunderous. Does it come from far, from Africa, antic theater? Is it a subtle baroque variation, a reminder of old times or of our childhood nightmares? The great vertical bronzes of Jacques, seem like the standing stones on the landscape of Britany. They reveal themselves with delicateness, like a glimpse ofPascal RECHARD
sensuality in the evening air, just before nightfall.