'These are the matrix of life, they are the metamorphosis of ooze to cells. This one, lying stretched out, already has eyes, it spreads its arms. That little one crouches, attempting to rise. It is inert matter thinking about becoming alive.' And you recall that the very
material of which these reliefs were made has a sort of life - shrinking, swelling, wrinkling in its rapid stages of drying.
From 'Dubuffet Paints a Picture' by Thomas B Hess, in Art News (New York) May 1952
Paris Post War: Art and Existentialism 1945-55 at the Tate Gallery until 5 September.
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