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or Stahly  have  perhaps  preceded  these  new  pioneers.
                                                                                 But one will note that the majority of them come from
                                                                                the  field  of  painting,  and  that  what  brought  them  to
                                                                                three  dimensions.  and  to  its  plastic  propositions often
                                                                                unclassifiable  (because  strictly  speaking  they  are
                                                                                neither  paintings  nor  sculptures)  is  a  kind  of  out­
                                                                                stripping  of  the  easel  painting.  They  remain  actually
                                                                                often  painters  by  spirit  or  by  title:  the  great  piece  of
                                                                                 Gerard  Singer  (painter whom  I introduced last year to
                                                                                the  readers  of  Studio  International)  is  called  Wall  for
                                                                                another  garden.  Some  years  ago,  he  had  collaborated
                                                                                with  two  architects  and  with  the  sculptor  Cardenas
                                                                                on 'Space for Something  else'  for the first  Biennale of
                                                                                 Paris.  In its turn,  there  is,  in  the great  torn  volumes  of
                                                                                 Chavignier, all sorts of echoes of vegetation and myths
                                                                                of his native Auvergne.
                                                                                  They are all in pursuit of that 'other thing' and what is
                                                                                remarkable is that they are looking  for  it  amongst  the
                                                                                old  disciplines,  now  a  little  saturated,  of  the  plastic
                                                                                 arts.  as  if  the  most  stimulating  penetrations  of  avant­
                                                                                 garde  could  only  happen  between  painting  and
                                                                                 sculpture,  or  sculpture  and  architecture  and,  for  the
                                                                                 aesthetic climate, as far from a summary constructivism
                                                                                 as from a  masochism of destruction  and of humiliated
                                                                                 form.  In  the  field  of  traditional  painting,  the  new  and
                                                                                 original  are  becoming  rare.  One  can,  however,  credit
                                                                                 Bernard  Saby  with  these.  One  of  the  rare  artists
                                                                                 actually  at  work,  practically  impossible  to  attach  to  a
                                                                                 school  or  to another artist:  Galerie  'L'Oeil'.
                                                                                  If one had to find a competitor. the only one that could
                                                                                 be invoked would be nature itself-the geological and
                                                                                 mineral  nature:  the  painter  himself  calls  his  last
                                                                                 paintings 'opalescences· and from this description they
                                                                                 make  one  think  of  the  changing  reflections  one  sees
                                                                                 in  the  mass  of  the  opal.  But  there  is  also  something
                                                                                 fluid  and  nearly  liquid  in his vision  which  develops  in
                                                                                 all the space of the painting its intricacies. its meander­
                                                                                 ings  and its rainbow-coloured swirls.
                                                                                  These  comparisons,  a  little  simple,  do  not  describe
                                                                                 the essential aspect of the works of Saby: the drawing.
                                                                                 Maybe  too,  it  suits  the  most  recent  works  better  than
                                                                                 those,  more  articulated  and  of  a  strangeness  more
                                                                                 impressed,  that the same gallery was presenting  a  year
                                                                                 ago.  But,  in  any  case,  the  primary  principle  of  forms
                                                                                 stays the same-the principle of reiteration, of repetition
                                                                                 of  the  line.  One  soon  discovers,  in  those  mazes  in  oil
                                                                                 or  paste,  that the  drawing  always  stems  from an initial
                                                                                 theme-line  'unhooked',  undulated,  hollowed,  that the
                                                                                 artist  hatches  with  fine  parallels  which  follow  it  in  all
                                                                                 its  capricious  detours  to  reverberate  the  echo  right
                                                                                 throughout  the  'format'.  like  a  river  with  a  thousand
                                                                                 banks.  We  are  already far from  the  more  rigorous  and
                                                                                 dryer  exercises  that  the  painter  was  practising  some
                                                                                 years  ago  comparable  to  the  spirit  of  Magnelli,  after
                                                                                 having  worked  in  a  surrealist  climate  of  which he has
                                                                                 not  yet  totally  freed  himself.  One  is  not  surprised  to
                                                                                 learn,  in front  of  the  works  of  Saby,  that  he  also  tried
      Wols  1913-1951                                                            musical  composition  in  the  past.  'Starting  from  a
      Painting 1949                                                              colourful  concordance·,  he  was  telling  us  one  day,
      36-.\:  X  28¾  in.
      Galene Alexandre lolas                                                     ·1  must  find  similarities  which  help  one  to  organise
                                                                                 the painting·.
                                                                                  These  accents  are  today  even  more  subtle  and  the
                                                                                 hierarchy has  been relaxed.  The  drawing  is  less dizzy,
                                                                                 more  insidious. Some  of  the paintings actually shown
                                                                                 at  rue  Seguier  are  of  an  exceptional  refinement  as  if
                                                                                 draped  in  a  mist,  silvery,  blue  or  milky  which softens
                                                                                 what  was  a  little  brutal  before  in  the  decrochements,
                                                                                 and  the  curves  of  the  drawing,  in  the  colours  of  the
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