Sometimes in a museum. Often in a museum for all of us help-less art lovers…Home can be found surprisingly. When it is not expected nor looked for nor even sensed. And then a miracle happens. Magic happens. Home…happens.
I went to The Museum of Ixelles to see a collective exhibition. I have forgotten its title. I liked it.
It was over. I had to kill a bit of time as my companion was still going through it. So I started strolling around looking at other paintings and sculptures with already full of art eyes. Lingering around. Advancing my way in the museum. Yet another hall. And then…
…there was another dimension. Of everything. Of art. Of life. A universe.
The universe of Sophie Cauvin. First encounter. One to be remembered. And written about.
Géométrie Sacrée was the title of her exhibition. Huge canvases reflecting the geometry of life in all its depth and beauty. Life themselves. So…elemental. Full of the elements. The earth in them, literally. The sea, immense and inviting. The wind I could feel. The genesis of it all. The spirit over all.
The exhibition was arranged in the last two rooms. Enigmatic music was filling the space. The second room with a glass wall facing the museum’s garden with its statues. There could not have been a better setting for her works, integrating the forces of nature.
All of a sudden I felt so connected. So found in myself. Dizzy from the perspective, the revelation, the light, the sacredness. I don’t know how long I stayed there. I only know it was not long enough. One of those walking, fully aware, eye-and-mind-wide-opened meditations.
The introductory article, written by the controversial brothers Grichka and Igor Bogdanoff with the title “The Sens of life” said it all.
“Sophie Cauvin is an artist out of time. Out of codes. Out of models.”
“She is inviting us to shiver in the same dream with her.”
“She wants to know.
She will know.
Naively I presumed this was part of the permanent exhibition. Winged with the thought I could always return and experience this again and again. But no. Only now, when I started contemplating this text, I saw the exhibition ended on 17 January. A major reason to be feeling even more grateful for this gift, given me by the Chance.
Her website is an experience on its own right. Reflecting that special atmosphere I have just tried to describe.
“VERILY AT THE FIRST CHAOS CAME TO BE, BUT NEXT WIDE-BOSOMED EARTH, THE EVER-SURE FOUNDATIONS OF ALL.”
Copied from it. And below:
“IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND SOPHIE CAUVIN’S WORK, ONE MUST ALLOW ONESELF TO BE CARRIED AWAY BY INTSTINCT IN ORDER TO EASILY CONFRONT THE SHAPES ON VIEW. A PYRAMID OR TAUT CORD IN AN IMAGINARY SPACE LEAD TO A CERTAIN FORM OF PHILOSOPHY OR WISDOM, WHILE THE SECRET BOOKS APPEAR TO HAVE BEEN CREATED TO REVEAL FORGOTTEN PARADISES. CALM AND REFLECTION PERVADE THE ARTIST’S WORK AND UNDERPIN HER EFFORTS WITH WRITTEN FORMS.
THE ARTIST ALSO SHOWS THAT HER PERSONALITY IS COMPLETELY FREE FROM THE INFLUENCES WHICH COULD HAVE AFFECTED HER. SHE HAD FOUR PROFESSORS WITH AN UNUSUAL PERSONALITIES. SHE HAS MANAGED TO DRAW FROM THEIR TEACHING WHILE REMAINING TRUE TO HERSELF, AND THAT IS NOT COMMON. IT IS ACTUALLY RARE ENOUGH TO BE WORTH MENTIONING.”
Born in Brussels in 1968.
Thank you for discovering another home in Brussels, Sophie Cauvin.