NATHALIE CAMPION - Pièces Rassemblées
Vernissage Friday Oct 3 - 6pm
Exhibition till Nov 8 2025

In Nathalie Campion’s work, painting does not imitate skin: it becomes living matter. Each surface retains its folds, its scars, its visible seams, like a body telling its own stories.
The pictorial gesture oscillates between instinctive outburst and insistent reprise, like a suspended breath, a hand that insists, giving form to what might be described as a temporality held in suspense.
From these textured strata emerge presences: round heads, disproportionate eyes, vivid red mouths. Ambivalent figures, at once childlike and unsettling, wavering between tenderness and cruelty.
Red circles punctuate the flesh, functioning simultaneously as anatomical markers, stigmata, and sites of desire or pain. Around them, almost nothing: bare, monochrome grounds that draw the gaze back to the essential — the figure and the gesture, laid bare in their raw intensity.
At times, painting leaves its own imprint, as if the image sought to cast its ghostly double. The canvas becomes a matrix, the imprint another skin, strata of a body in perpetual metamorphosis.
The materiality of Campion’s practice is not confined to painting. It acquires an almost sculptural density: folds, marks, and textures transform the surface into a sensitive organism.
Fragile yet powerful, these works carry signs — scars, pulsations, heartbeats. Childlike faces meet the pain of bodies, awakening buried wounds, intimate or inherited.
The feminine and the sexual emerge here without evasion: nudity appears both as stigma and as affirmation, far from any smooth idealisation. Beauty seems to reside not in the intact, but in the persistence of the mark, in the inscription of lived experience.
Nothing here is fixed: everything holds within tension. Beauty and unease, softness and rawness, silence and cry coexist without ever canceling each other. It is in this ambiguity that the work strikes: it seduces as much as it unsettles.
Presented at Saint-Martin Bookshop, these figures appear as fragments of an inner narrative, works that speak the language of trace, suture, and incompletion. Yet here, the unfinished is not lack: it is potential, a promise of reinvention and an affirmation of the visible.