"With a cloudlike, chaotic, tragic, and dark delicacy, Isabelle Malmezat releases the soul envelopes that stir in the depths beneath the skin. “It is in fragile and wounded things that I feel most at home. I need the flaw. I need perdition to paint.”
Each wound breaks the boundary of confinement and opens to the otherness that gives life. The contours unravel like scars of wind, and creatures without footing drift like fleshy seaweed."
Christian Noorbergen