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There is a great contrast between Françoise Pétrovitch, a determined woman with an easily warlike allure, and the dying softness of her silhouettes which seem to blend into the background. We can feel the fire boiling in this artist who speaks with her brush, even if she plunges her adolescents into the thick silence of non-communication. The crossed hands of a child with the red nails of a woman, abandoned postures, more weary than lascivious, a daydream or a long-term nightmare that crosses and embodies life, Françoise Pétrovitch's world evokes a suspended time that everyone can recognize and share.
Like the tales which carry the moral of the story in their twists and turns, she writes in images, drawing a red line an outline, a mouth, making a character appear by default.
The Hélène & Édouard Leclerc Fund for Culture inaugurates with her its first monographic exhibition devoted to a woman artist.
She is the first Frenchwoman ...
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