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Although he did master efficient and clear communication as a graphic designer, Willy Cabourdin tends to make things a bit more cryptic in his personal work. There, it’s about life, recollection and art, and how the three inform each other. the artist draws his particular path by putting together various moments of life through objects, either private or not; he’s crafting memories, molding time. His inspirationis based on biographical details, sometimes of his own, sometimes from his close circle of relatives, sometimes even from complete strangers. Meddling and puzzling with it all, Willy Cabourdin messes with truth and acts not as an historian, but more as a storyteller.
With his paintings, installations and sculptures, he creates and recreates personal myths and piles them up to build a powerful emotional collection. His inspiration exists as a kind of therapy, or catharsis. Through his work, Willy Cabourdin revisits bruises and trauma again and again. Old family photos, notebooks, used up toys, postcards, newspaper cutouts and souvenirs: the “materia prima” he uses mainly resonates with affective memory. His objective is to create a kind of nostalgic atmosphere, relics from the past and even archeological remains. Personal and collective memories come together in a tidal movement, fighting against oblivion and death. The creations thus work as a mirror through time, revealing dramas, tragedies and fears.
Visually, soot, rust, black magic and bone dust pile up and spoil reality. There again, the black intensity of graphite, toner and graves, sometimes joined by a haunting color, as well as attrition and rot compose this disruptive work. Multiplication is also a pivotal part of the process, as serialization is at the heart of the artist’s creation. A lonely piece is never enough, tens, hundreds are needed; the frames, the objects and the notes need to accumulate and fill up every empty space with legends. Personal legends maybe, but also legends one can make one’s own; even better, legends that are already weaving threads with every spectator's own background, so that one may come to whisper “oh yeah, this reminds me of something”.
Like many versatile artists, Willy Cabourdin works on several creations at once. His obsessions always come back and take different forms. Every piece needs time to rest, steep, vanish under the paint and the dirt, down to nothingness. Then comes erasure, some more painting, erasure again, the writing of a word, a single letter even, the insertion of a speech balloon, a symbol, a graphical mark with felt pen or coal. And again comes covering, re-erasing, revealing and creating sense, telling the story once more, renewing it in a creative process that could be compared to Ginsberg’s or Burroughs’s cut-ups. Like in a never-ending wheel, an artistic Mœbius band, there is in Willy Cabourdin’s work a perpetual need to start over again and again, to rewrite, reinvent, to never let memory coagulate. Melville