HISTOIRE DÉCOLORÉE HC

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All of Amandine Meyer's stories could start like a nursery rhyme. Boys and girls who go around, play hide and seek, catch each other and make flower crowns... They live far from adults, on a paradise island with lush flora, in a dreamlike world full of friendly animals.
But as we delve deeper into this jungle, we realize that this universe is far from being gentle as a lamb. The children, faceless, are blindfolded so as not to face reality. They scratch themselves, pull their hair, drown and fall from trees.
Innocence gives way to guilty silence. The plants are covered in thorns, they invade the smallest space, the atmosphere becomes asphyxiating and this entire improvised microcosm melts and drips like snow in the sun.

Amandine Meyer creates these stories like playing with dolls. These characters seem to be figurines modeled in clay that she initially places in different paintings, like trinkets on shelves.
But the little girl, cherub or pony statuettes don't stay in place for long. They come alive, run, struggle and seek to escape the destiny traced by the artist. The reader follows them in this string of pages with toned down colors, also carried away in so many dreams with disturbing twists and turns.