Sasha Ferré (French, b. 1985)
Sasha Ferré
( French, b. 1985 )
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Sasha Ferré is a visual artist born in Paris, France.
Lush life I ，2023
Oil stick on wood panel
120 x 100 x 5 cm
Polycrisis, 2023Oil stick, charcoal and tempera on linen
78 7/10 × 78 7/10 in | 200 × 200 cm
Unextinct, 2023Oil stick, charcoal and tempera on linen
78 7/10 × 78 7/10 in | 200 × 200 cm
Envy the bond we had then, 2023Oil stick and charcoal on wood panel
84 3/5 × 39 2/5 × 2 in | 215 × 100 × 5 cm
Hope is the Thing with Feathers ，2023
Oil stick and tempera on linen
196 x 140 cm
Ask her if the fire hurts, 2023Oil stick and tempera on linen
78 7/10 × 47 1/5 in | 200 × 120 cm
Tutti Frutti ，2023
Oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 160 cm
I remember how the earth felt, 2023160 x 130 cm
oil stick and tempera on wood panel
Averno, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
295 x 150 cm
Does it matter where the birds go?, 2023200 x 120 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen
Who could have known that wasn't the usual sun?, 2023diptych, oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 120 cm each
This is the world we wanted, 2023200 x 158 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen
A wind has come and gone, 2023120 x 100 cm
oil stick and tempera on wood panel
The night has come to me exactly this way, 2023oil stick and tempera on wood panel
120 x 100 cm
Rising over blank lake water, 2023120 x 100 cm
oil stick and tempera on wood panel
Vita Nova, 2023Oil stick and tempera on wood panel
39 2/5 × 47 1/5 in | 100 × 120 cm
Was it the wind that spoke?, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 120 cm
Instruct me in the dark, 2023200 x 120 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen
The world was whole because it shattered, 2023oil stick and tempera on wood panel
120 x 100 cm
Where an old sea-god swims on translucent wings, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 160 cm
And the sun can never burn through it, 2023200 x 160 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen
And after a while a flower, 2023200 x 140 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen
I followed the advice of water, 2023tempera and oil stick on linen
200 x 160 cm
As soon as dawn appears, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 160 cm
Closer and closer to the ground, 2023275 x 200 cm
tempera and oil stick on linen
Water... shook itself into flames and burnt itself into fur and tore itself into flesh, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
200 x 160 cm
Dressed only in her clouds, 2023160 x 130 cm
oil stick and tempera on wood panel
"Not the sun merely but the earth itself shines", 2023120 x 100 cm
oil stick and tempera on wood panel
oil stick and tempera on linen, 200 x 140 cm
oil stick and tempera on linen, 200 x 140 cm
Borne on a wave of wind, 2023oil stick and tempera on linen
260 x 200 cm
In the days of better rainfall, 2023,diptych, 200 x 120 cm each
tempera and oil stick on linen
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
Fluence (red), 2022
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
Unextinct, 2022,
oil stick, charcoal and tempera on linen, 200 x 200 cm
oil stick and charcoal on wood panel, 60 x 45 cm
oil stick on wood panel, 120 x 100 cm
Germination (yellow) ，2022
Oil stick on wood panel
160 x 130 cm
Pink Earth ， 2022
Oil stick on wooden panel
100 x 85 cm
oil sticks on wooden panel, 100 x 85 cm
Fluence (Grey) ，2022
Oil stick on wood panel
160 x 130 cm
The Odds of Multitude ，2022
Oil stick on three wooden panels
160 x 130 cm each
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
oil stick on wooden panel, 160 x 130 cm
oil stick on two wooden panels, 100 x 170 cm
Connective Tissue (pink) ，2021
Oil stick on wood panel
51 x 41 cm
Connective Tissue (green) ，2021
Oil stick on wood panel
51 x 41 cm
Caulerpa Taxifolia ，2021
Handmade solid oil paint, acrylic paint on linen
215 x 190 cm
Foraminiferan with her friends ， 2021
Handmade solid oil paint, pastel, acrylic paint on linen
217 x 190 cm
"Her feet so swift a moment ago stuck fast in slow-growing roots".The title of this painting is borrowed from Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Medium:
Acrylic on linenSize:
220 x 220 cm
The title of this painting is borrowed from Ovid's Metamorphoses, meaning "Everything changes".
Medium:
Acrylic on linenSize:
220 x 200 cm
"There, set on a mountain top, she wears away, and even now tears flow from the marble".
The title of this painting is borrowed from Ovid's Metamorphoses.
The title of this painting is borrowed from Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Medium:
Acrylic and Himalayan salt on linenSize:
220 x 200 cm
Medium:
Acrylic and Himalayan Salt on Linen for the painting, Mixed media for the sculptureSize:
260 x 220 cm
"He becomes a new kind of bird, choosing to live in floods rather than flames".
The title of this painting is inspired from Ovid's Metamorphoses.
The title of this painting is inspired from Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Medium:
Acrylic on linenSize:
75 x 60 cm
Medium:
Mixed mediaSize:
Dimensions variable
Medium:
Acrylic on linenSize:
73.5 x 73.5 cm
I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings
— Louise Glück
We are having a telephone conversation across Paris and London, talking about a show that will take place in New York in a few months’ time. During the call, Sasha Ferré tells me that the exhibition will be called Averno. The term sounds ancient and Mediterranean, probably Greek or Latin. It carries with it sea salt, cicadas chorusing under the afternoon sun, and warm summer nights. I do not know its exact meaning so I ask—“Why Averno?”—an expression of curiosity that I hope does not betray my ignorance. “The Averno marks the entrance to the underworld,” she says, “it is a liminal space, in between worlds.”
The real Averno exists. Lake Avernus is a volcanic crater located in the region of Naples that belongs to the same volcanic arc of the Vesuvius, the volcano whose explosion immortalized the towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum. It was the Roman author Virgil, in his epic poem Aeneid, who described the Averno as the entrance of the underworld. It is an appropriate name for an exhibition that happens underground. It enhances the comfort and mystery associated to it—the quietness and silence, the possibility of creating and controlling an environment that exists within and for itself, a sort of womb that feels like a safe, unknown, and timeless space.
But there is more than a mere spatial allusion in this reference. Underground environments are important zones of creativity. In nature, the understory—the underlying layer of vegetation that grows between the canopy and floor of a wooded area—offers a crucial layer of incubation, growth, and stability for the whole ecology of a forest. It is a territory of invention, cooperation, and persistence. In the arts, many movements were called underground because of their radical, independent, and original forms of expression, which often challenged dominant cultures and ideologies.
The underworld that the Averno of Ferré’s exhibition leads to is also the haven of the bygone souls. It echoes Louise Glück’s compilation of dark and nocturnal poems gathered in the book that bears the same name, Averno (2006). In it, the late poet explores the complementarity of truth and fiction, life and death, youth and old age. What she describes in the poem Persephone the Wanderer as that “rift in the human soul / which was not constructed to belong / entirely to life.” Ferré’s Averno is also a space where something intense and untamable is being desired and plotted, echoing Glück’s poem Blue Rotunda:
“I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings—
But what will you do without your hands
to be human?
I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun—”
Indeed the energy that emanates from the paintings that constitute this Averno is contagious and brutal. It is centrifugal and centripetal, organic and alien, soft and savage, telluric and celestial, raw and complex.
It is rare to sense a transference of mood across the making and the viewing of an artwork. Generally, the experience of a painter remains locked within the making and what emerges are the figures and forms that have been created. Yet the haptic pleasure of a body making art is evident and contagious in Ferré’s paintings. By working horizontally, traversing and occupying the canvases and wood panels that lie freely on the floor, Ferré’s body performs a continuum of choreographic gestures which still reveal themselves in the final artworks. These movements are accompanied by a form of tactile pleasure that, again, is intensely expressed by her paintings but that also emerges from how her hands hold and her fingers mix the painting materials she uses. Ferré works with pigment sticks of oil paint, which are handmade with beeswax and plant wax combined with linseed oil and pigment. These oil sticks allow her to work directly on a canvas or a wood panel, without any brushes or solvents. Her gestures, repeatedly applying the colors with her hands, mixing the pigments with her fingers on the canvas while new hues emerge, are retained and remembered by the materials that hold them. “The hand caressing colors makes butterflies,” I scribbled on my notebook while we were still speaking on the phone. That hand is improvising a gesture rehearsed for very long. It is grounding a practice that knows how forms come into being, and what becoming means from a plastic point of view.
It was said that the volcanic fumes that emanated from the crater of the Averno were so toxic that any bird flying above it would die. Hence its Greek name, ἄ ϝορνος, birdless (ἀ, without, ὄρνις, bird). Here, instead, a multiplicity of creatures, living beings, and expressive possibilities manifest themselves the more each painting is looked upon. These paintings are as wild and free as the colors and traces they hold. This new Averno opens itself to host a permanent present in which the instant becomes the movement and the movement becomes the form. Here, the Averno doesn’t pull downwards. Instead, it stays in joy, forever erupting and pulsating.
— Dr. Filipa Ramos, Lecturer at Art Institute at the FHNW Academy of Art and Design, Basel
she said
I want wings
— Louise Glück
We are having a telephone conversation across Paris and London, talking about a show that will take place in New York in a few months’ time. During the call, Sasha Ferré tells me that the exhibition will be called Averno. The term sounds ancient and Mediterranean, probably Greek or Latin. It carries with it sea salt, cicadas chorusing under the afternoon sun, and warm summer nights. I do not know its exact meaning so I ask—“Why Averno?”—an expression of curiosity that I hope does not betray my ignorance. “The Averno marks the entrance to the underworld,” she says, “it is a liminal space, in between worlds.”
The real Averno exists. Lake Avernus is a volcanic crater located in the region of Naples that belongs to the same volcanic arc of the Vesuvius, the volcano whose explosion immortalized the towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum. It was the Roman author Virgil, in his epic poem Aeneid, who described the Averno as the entrance of the underworld. It is an appropriate name for an exhibition that happens underground. It enhances the comfort and mystery associated to it—the quietness and silence, the possibility of creating and controlling an environment that exists within and for itself, a sort of womb that feels like a safe, unknown, and timeless space.
But there is more than a mere spatial allusion in this reference. Underground environments are important zones of creativity. In nature, the understory—the underlying layer of vegetation that grows between the canopy and floor of a wooded area—offers a crucial layer of incubation, growth, and stability for the whole ecology of a forest. It is a territory of invention, cooperation, and persistence. In the arts, many movements were called underground because of their radical, independent, and original forms of expression, which often challenged dominant cultures and ideologies.
The underworld that the Averno of Ferré’s exhibition leads to is also the haven of the bygone souls. It echoes Louise Glück’s compilation of dark and nocturnal poems gathered in the book that bears the same name, Averno (2006). In it, the late poet explores the complementarity of truth and fiction, life and death, youth and old age. What she describes in the poem Persephone the Wanderer as that “rift in the human soul / which was not constructed to belong / entirely to life.” Ferré’s Averno is also a space where something intense and untamable is being desired and plotted, echoing Glück’s poem Blue Rotunda:
“I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings—
But what will you do without your hands
to be human?
I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun—”
Indeed the energy that emanates from the paintings that constitute this Averno is contagious and brutal. It is centrifugal and centripetal, organic and alien, soft and savage, telluric and celestial, raw and complex.
It is rare to sense a transference of mood across the making and the viewing of an artwork. Generally, the experience of a painter remains locked within the making and what emerges are the figures and forms that have been created. Yet the haptic pleasure of a body making art is evident and contagious in Ferré’s paintings. By working horizontally, traversing and occupying the canvases and wood panels that lie freely on the floor, Ferré’s body performs a continuum of choreographic gestures which still reveal themselves in the final artworks. These movements are accompanied by a form of tactile pleasure that, again, is intensely expressed by her paintings but that also emerges from how her hands hold and her fingers mix the painting materials she uses. Ferré works with pigment sticks of oil paint, which are handmade with beeswax and plant wax combined with linseed oil and pigment. These oil sticks allow her to work directly on a canvas or a wood panel, without any brushes or solvents. Her gestures, repeatedly applying the colors with her hands, mixing the pigments with her fingers on the canvas while new hues emerge, are retained and remembered by the materials that hold them. “The hand caressing colors makes butterflies,” I scribbled on my notebook while we were still speaking on the phone. That hand is improvising a gesture rehearsed for very long. It is grounding a practice that knows how forms come into being, and what becoming means from a plastic point of view.
It was said that the volcanic fumes that emanated from the crater of the Averno were so toxic that any bird flying above it would die. Hence its Greek name, ἄ ϝορνος, birdless (ἀ, without, ὄρνις, bird). Here, instead, a multiplicity of creatures, living beings, and expressive possibilities manifest themselves the more each painting is looked upon. These paintings are as wild and free as the colors and traces they hold. This new Averno opens itself to host a permanent present in which the instant becomes the movement and the movement becomes the form. Here, the Averno doesn’t pull downwards. Instead, it stays in joy, forever erupting and pulsating.
— Dr. Filipa Ramos, Lecturer at Art Institute at the FHNW Academy of Art and Design, Basel
Biofilm (Mauve), 2021
Acrylic paint, oil pastel, oil stick and Himalayan salt on unstretched canvas
96 x 77 cm
Biofilm (Pink), 2020
Acrylic paint, oil pastel, oil stick and Himalayan salt on unstretched canvas
105 x 85 cm
Biofilm (Orange), 2020
Acrylic paint, oil pastel, oil stick and Himalayan salt on unstretched canvas
92 x 77 cm
Biofilm (Red), 2020
Acrylic paint on unstretched canvas
105 x 82 cm
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