“Imperfection is probably a perfect beauty, and beauty is only the horror of normality. Love is a portrait who flees.”
Eric Lacombe is a French graphic designer, digital artist and a self-taught painter who makes of his melancholy a wonderful harmony. Distinguishing his monsters means being part of denied destiny, when the lack of space and balance are just a taste of richness illuminated by signs. Intimately there is nothing more magical than an intrusive omen, like a bad dream. Animals and skeletons dancing without symphony, looking for a definite glow. Lacombe wants to project ourselves in a rebel space of shadows and figures full of tension, but at the same time give us the light of the doubt.The worst contrast of color is the mourning of the meaning. Lacombe has no characters, no masks, but humanity that breathes pain between the pleasure of being. We are not talking about portraits but of representations of hidden identities.
“A monster is not always a killer, but life is definitely a monster.”
Dreaming is an illness that destroys all hopes. Salvation is a complex structure with infinite imagination of popularity. Lacombe’s art has no lightness and is about everlasting love giving rein to freedom. Scars are strange paths that no one can understand, but their meaning is a throwback. In the idealist intepretation, the evidence is controversial but interesting. Realism cannot be saved and the future doesn’t exist. A memory is a dark color without movement.
Eric Lacombe is a practical solution to an intolerable social problem.
