Various medium formats
Various medium formats
The Roland Buraud collection has been under the direction and management of Etienne Buraud since 2009.
Magical
Magical
Furry pig
Chardin's trophies exclaim
At the stall
The exclamation of the beasts does not surprise desire
The conversation of the overturned bodies
Door on the god Eros
I listen carefully
Because the eye is lost
Out of his cabin
Overwhelmed
The collapse of the flesh rests for a moment in a silence of a deaf room
Power bends the elongated ones
I would like to speak to a figure
The collection of pieces depends on the painting that does not touch it
Can a caress still reach them?
Behind the fence
A large dog of fear escapes the condition of the chus
My dear still lifes
A hunter picks you up not as metaphors
Nor as a cannibal
Play at doubt and enjoyment.
Your long coats cling to your perfect shreds
Awakened ones that look like moose
Would baptize you alive
On the night of Saint Jerome
Riding and dancing make beauty burst forth
In a thousand fragments which are as many words of skins
Animals sick with the red plague
Organize a vigil
We practice tearing
The pilgrim's shell sewn inside the viscera
A mass of coagulated blood
Hang the leftovers
Waiting for the day of the shofar
A wall of heads
Almost men
Heaven no longer takes death from the dead
I breathe with my crazy wings
Having lost the sense to taste the elementary
Cataract shell and gargoyle helmet
Compose the only music
Who can accompany the bas-relief
For monster environment
You are invited to the Anatomy Lesson
Given in the House of the Deaf
To all the avid climbers
From Mount Analogue
It is offered to see the cross and its head
Whoever uproots it takes on the mask of a sleeper on the back of his neck
The human condition is disappearing
Otherwise the eagle leaves you on the ground
Slightly moved by the bird we will pass far from the cry
I saw nature diving out of letters and sounds
The similarities were too numerous to hold in the country without borders.
When I set out to shake the universe
In the basket of time
I finally became afraid of belonging to the art of disappearing.
In fire ice meteor