Gallery selection: Charly Bechaimont, Rudy Dumas and Romuald Jandolo at Suzanne Tarasiève

This is a hard-hitting and heart-stopping exhibition that the young curator and art historian Elora Weill-Engerer has carefully presented across the entire ground floor of the Suzanne Tarasiève gallery. We are immediately immersed in wonder in the showcase, which presents the shimmering work of Romuald Jandolo: on the one hand, a portico topped with large sequined eyes looks great, but on the other, it reveals its despair. Placed on a pool of shiny confetti, a black coffin covered with luminous cabochons and ambivalent drawings takes on the air of a magic trick; an embroidered hanging brandishes a phrase from Balzac like a proverb: "The heart breaks, the heart bronzes." » It serves as a passage to the back gallery, where we discover the charcoal-covered, metal-tattooed fists of Rudy Dumas, with their tightrope-like art, all lines of force and delicate balances, and finally the sensual hand-to-hand combats with the most polluted and dented materials of Charly Bechaimont. "Eat your dead," the gypsy insult stings. The exhibition brilliantly puts it into perspective with the history of the traveling communities from which these three young, inhabited artists come.