Deborah Sportes
Déborah Sportes is an atypical artist. For her, painting is a form of writing in which she confronts the world, playing with different techniques, dimensions and supports.
We're familiar with his large-format acrylic projections in bright, cheerful, dense colors, tagged with English injunctions that could be bits of dialogue from an American TV series or the chorus of a rap song, an urban, Western reflection of the zeitgeist with humor and good humor. We're less familiar with her series of drawings caricaturing chicks with tenderness, as in a comic strip where music and words are embedded in a Woody Allen-style cast. Deborah Sportes tackles any medium, be it paper, canvas, garment or notebook, hoarding or wall; from rough to supple, Deborah Sportes tames or tames whatever comes her way with an energy that becomes strength through the joy of color, its dense, thick interweaving reminiscent of the great Joan Mitchell, whom she admires.
But Deborah Sportes' work is very different and very personal. The acrylic projection contradicts itself, the colors intermingle in a tight, violent net, and the words reappear, violent and destructive. The viewer is left suffocated, and may understand that behind this vivid harmony lie more complex heaps, gaping, painful tears.
This hypothesis could be based on the artist's early work in pastels and watercolors, where the free, continuous line scrawled in the freedom of an automatic gesture is already punctuated by raging, rebellious jolts. Today, Déborah Sportes is certainly in the full bloom of an already rich career, always solitary, independent and free, atypical but certainly unique.
The artist's works
