A.H.M. is a poster project imagined for a fictional exhibition bringing together the artists, sculptors, Barbara Hepworth, Henry Moore and Jean Arp.



Admiring their work and their vision of a new sculpture, aiming at abstraction or concreteness, where solid forms are considered as much as the voids and the landscape in which they are situated. Sculptures with living forms, where the jolts of nature always remains a perpetual genesis of formal research. A kind of "landscape sculpture" to which I wanted to pay homage by re-drawing their works myself and re-composing a new final landscape coloured with solids and voids.
" nos actes sont des actes de rêveurs, de nageurs énigmatiques " J.A. " l'espace a un parfum vertical, une cloche chante dans ma bouche; j'aime les calculs faux car ils donnent des résultats plus justes. " J.A.
Barbara Hepworth explored the infinite possibilities offered by the penetration of air and light within the closed form. She and Henry Moore studied together and were considered pioneers in the avant-garde method of direct carving.



" I would rather have a piece of my sculpture put in landscape almost any landscape, than in or on, the most beautiful building I know. " Henry Moore

" We want to produce as a plant produces a fruit. "
" A sculpture is as concrete and sensual as a leaf
or a stone. " Jean Arp

Barbara Hepworth explored the infinite possibilities offered by the penetration of air and light within the closed form. She and Henry Moore studied together and were considered pioneers in the avant-garde method of direct carving.



" I would rather have a piece of my sculpture put in landscape almost any landscape, than in or on, the most beautiful building I know. " Henry Moore

" We want to produce as a plant produces a fruit.", "A sculpture is as concrete and sensual as a leaf or a stone. " Jean Arp

" Un jour peut-être arrivera
où nous croirons aperçevoir
dans le lointain
la grande beauté
Un jour peut-être arrivera
nous chanterons de concert
avec les étoiles sans rides
et les bouquets sans rides
et le vide plein de roses
et les jours sans rides
et l'éternité sans rides. " J.A.
" les formes viennent, étranges, hostiles,
inexplicables, muettes ou ensoleillées,
elles naissent d'elles-mêmes. " J.A.
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