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Artist Bio
Geri Fournier lives and
works in
Astrid
Bruner Review of 2001 show at Eight Floor Gallery
Geri Fournier:
Waves
Astrid Brunner, with Norvat Balch
Snapshot-sized pencil drawings larger than life. Starkly lit
self-portraits intensely sensuous. Self-absorption imparting itself to
the public eye.
These are not "featheriight", as Louise Bourgeois had it of her own drawings, not "just a little
help." These are the real thing. Final. Inevitable. Though ever changing.
"I aim to capture those complex moments between fixed expressions,"
says Foumier of her most recent forty-image work,
Portraits. Two of these drawings must be read as a diptych - face drowning in hair as in waves. Virginia
Wootf presaging her
stream-of-consciousness death. The yes and the no, a Leonor Fini diptych of a girl with eyes open, eyes closed. But now the woman. Foamier talks about "the myriad of
possibilities the human face holds." Her diminutive, though never small,
pencil portraits recall the Fini print, its crystal
precision and wild tenderness. Wooif, Fini, Bourgeois, sphinx-like
awareness of energy and wave-like flux. Themes of
conflict, loneliness and vulnerability, of courage
and provocation. An
emotional teatra
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Artist Statement
Emotional intensity in life
fascinates me and inspires the subject matter of my most recent art. In this
work I turned to using my face as the vehicle for the subject matter. I acted
and modeled for many years and am very comfortable in front of a camera and
making faces in a mirror. I believe that the face is a consummate tool for
expression. It felt natural for me to explore vast ways to contort my face to
convey aspects of human nature from distressing to pleasant.
My favorite and strongest
area in art is drawing. I feel that it is the barebones of art similar to my
preference of watching a dance or musical rehearsal more then the actual
performance itself. I mean for my drawings to be finished works in themselves,
and not just sketches towards a piece containing color or texture to make it
more important. I somehow always loved the purity of the hand, the pencil, and
the paper to say what I want.
The works in other mediums
happened almost inadvertently, but by the time I was finished with them I
realized they were necessary to tell the whole story. As the work was going on,
most of the time no matter how disturbing the pieces were, I found them
humorous and always called them “she” as if they were not connected to me. It
wasn't until recently when I inadvertently encountered the “burnt bride” in a
dark room and looked eye level into her eyes shining in the night's light, the
same shade as mine that I realized all these pieces were actually
autobiographical. This moment of revelation of how I was denying the story of
my life led to a catharsis that was profound and brought psychologically to me
the truth and also finality of the fifty some odd pieces I had been working on
these past years.