Algiers, Algeria, 1963
Olivier Nottellet begins the stories without ever truly crystallizing them into a precise narrative. Things circulate among themselves, they dialogue, they question each other while responding to each other. The painting space confronts with the drawing space and vice versa. The signs, the parcels of the images come to nest, or to lean on a colored, painted plot that seems to hold them. An absurd language emerges from the set, with an apparent sweetness that the sharpest, chiselled accents come to disturb. Incomplete images, suspended from the crossed eyes that the visitor is invited to multiply without end.