Léontine Furcy is a self-taught French sculptor. Attracted by the mystery of matter and beings, she has left the world of merchandise since the end of her studies in law and communication. Styling, directing, and making sets for the audiovisual world represented her first step towards a liberation of sensibility erected as a quest, for which the encounter with stoneware was a decisive step.
Inspired by the example of her mother, a graphic artist, who produced all of her work by hand, Léontine Furcy starts with emancipatory gestures sketched on the pages of the sketchbooks she fills in daily. Léontine looks for gestures and forms coming from the depths of sensibility, which she then mounts with extreme care, on chamotte clay plates, in order to preserve their original lightness and movement.
Léontine Furcy has been known to say that her forms lean. The creations of the artist, who describes herself as an asymmetrical being, make palpable Edgar Allan Poe’s adage that there is “no perfect beauty, but a certain singularity of proportion” His figures are so many disturbing presences, which seem to want to resist the diktats of the uniform and rationalized beauty, which one conveys under the idea of the beautiful everywhere.
Numbered according to their year of birth and their place in the series of their peers, the pieces form a whole that the artist calls TRIBU. It is not uncommon for them to emerge from the mysteries of memory and preverbal emotions and eventually find their way into familiar language. They then receive a proper or common name, drawn from the repertoire of real or imaginary beings, animate or inanimate, such as Banquise, Tilleul, Héra, Le Glacier…
Fruit of a prolific creative activity, the incarnations of TRIBU associate themselves, form groups, burst the evidence of the links that unite them, while resisting their separation. They seem to want to repopulate the void that surrounds them, but perhaps also ours. The emptiness of a world in the process of being depopulated, but also of a language that Léontine Furcy seems ready to tolerate only on the condition that she rediscovers its carnal meaning.