When one looks at the men and women of today objectively, a feeling
of gravity dominates. The apology of action justifies working lives
and saturates leisure. Collective life rules. The statute of loneliness
is increasingly restricted, just as the love of the beautiful.
This prosaic trend is not new. It is undoubtedly as old as the world.
It is human. However, things have become worryingly acute. The economy
and its development are the great project of our society. To tell
the truth it is the only one. However, it is difficult to take interest
in it.
Reflecting this observation, the painting of Pierre Lamalattie is
often critical, and blends the narrowly tragic and comical. However,
there is no humorous intention. That would be superficial. When
his paintings make one laugh, it is because of their truth.
Remain, hidden in the background, our emotions and aspirations.
Their position is precarious. When they emerge, it is all the more
beautiful as their overshadowing was burdensome. The revealing of
the sublime is furtive, often incongruous. It is not the result
of work, but rather the fruit of waiting or even boredom. One suddenly
has the impression of entering another dimension, like someone discovering
love for the very first time.
Happiness exists at times, it is undeniable. But it is often made
up of furtive moments, escaping from action. These are almost always
moments to which one does not pay attention, moments which escape
us. When agitation ceases, when a decantation occurs, we can welcome
a strange tranquility, be seized by something fugitive, unperceivable,
by something "really true". That is what Pierre Lamalattie
invites us to explore, as a counterpoint to a lucid reading of ordinary
life.