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Exhibitions / Festivals 2026:
4 Mar 2026 - 2 Apr 2026
Solo exhibition
Journey to the center of the earth
In the process of entwining or embracing sugary pink toilet paper, two iridescent green figures tending toward yellow—screen beings, I would say—interact. They hold the fluorescent bush with black characters stuffed into it. Are they weaving a plot? The atmosphere is one of psychedelic conspiracy, a triumph of peyote and mescaline. But no. Childlike colors and figures roll in neon-candy candor. The conspiracy is pop-dreamy: surreal, micellar, and clairvoyant, as if everyday life had become strange and all the little beings were sprouting, bubbling, from every crack in the ground.
In a violet sea, the flowery woman snatches the blue chunk. Everything slings in the fast-paced dance, set on pause. Legs and arms flourish radially in love scenes of Hindu goddesses. A leopard-like tic populated the lilac with purple dots—some run, tearful or sweaty, others hold themselves self-contained in graceful gravity. We don't know if it's a party or a fall.
Three bluish sisters hold the divination ball – they see villagers sitting and a bonfire at the center – two velvety green ribbons snake along their pearly necks. The pair of candles makes sure we understand that this is a ritual gathering. We melt marshmallows and unwrap ourselves into the dark night. The delicate floral scent is intersected by the dark ball, home to figures arranged in a semicircle. There is quiet, shared joy inside the dome, but the three Shaivists who preside over everything are diverted.
Painting. I paint, you paint... What if painting is all about having two headlights in your eyes raying light outwards?
I had as many eyes as the fingers on our four hands put together. Tangles and knots. Rocking nets and confinement – let’s take a nap – we fall asleep. My hair slips, becomes a river, and in it my fingers swim into shoals of fish.
At sunset I drank strawberries and watermelon while the pink light lit up my face. The gentle heat was sweet on me while the usual nightmare wrapped itself around my arms. It didn't matter. It all suited me.
I made a creature out of my shadow, it was flesh and blood, but I could only see its pink silhouette outlined on the floor. It had nothing to do with me anymore, so I took its little hand and was able to rest.
So many lotuses and cauldrons, liquids in large bowls heated by flames and circulating molecules or mercury particles in frenzy, solar embrace – Brahman’s big bang can still be heard! What do I know?
*Text by Francisca Carvalho
13 Mar 2026 - 31 Mar 2026
Duo exhibition with Luis Almeida.
For this residency, from January 21 to March 29, 2026, the City of LA BAULE-ESCOUBLAC is pleased to welcome for the first time two contemporary artists with complementary approaches.
Run Jiang and Luis Almeida develop artistic and visual reflections on the imagination and our propensity to dream and escape through contemporary drawing. During this period, they will alternate in the artist residency, allowing visitors to explore new graphic avenues.
Their work highlights a simplicity of line and form, in the noblest sense of the term, made possible by charcoal, paint, and dry pastel. Paradoxically, they conceive of a dense universe, composed of familiar figures, akin to a mythological and dreamlike narrative. Through their collaborative work, reality and our certainties seem to slip away like a fleeting thought, giving way to a surreal impression. Among the references we can discern in their respective projects, there is notably a primitive, even naive, influence in their artistic gesture and treatment of lines.
Finally , their residency reflects a daily artistic production, as they create all the drawings included in the exhibition on-site, while also offering visitors participatory workshops. Beyond questioning our relationship to intimacy, Run Jiang and Luis Almeida deliver personal messages here, imbued with poetry, that everyone can make their own.
*Text by Quentin Mercier