Sylvestre Anasse, France
In his universe, there are no specific themes, at least other than what happens to be close at hand, from heteroclite objects and their proximity, and also from what strongly looks like some sort of self-derision. He’s a recluse who tells immobile stories of imaginary voyages peopled with atypical characters, of chance ephemeral encounters, of sensations experienced, of musical universe and stages that, thanks to his particular technique, will serve him to concoct weird combinations and strange connections. For all that, there is no question of morbid contexts.
40×40 Archival quality print signed, numbered, with Certificate of Authenticity.
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