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Brussels : Bénédicte Vanderreydt, I never told anyone


 A few more days to visit the exhibition I never told anyone by Bénédicte Vanderreydt at Arielle d’Hauterives gallery based in Brussels.

I stand in the ring
in the dead city
and tie on the red shoes.
They are not mine.
They are my Mother’s.

Her mother’s before
Handed down like an heirloom
but hidden like shameful letters.
The house and the street where they belong
are hidden and all the women, too,
are hidden
Extract from Red Shoes d’Anne Sexton

I never told anyone, is a trip into feminine unconscious.
Born on a Mardi Gras day, I picture the fragments of a past, of the generation of women  that preceded me and I enjoy scrambling tracks between reality and appearances.
Special events that took place in Binche Belgium. What is more extraordinary than penetrating this carnival is indeed the transformation of a whole town living under the spell of such a rite.
A social power held by men but in fact passed on by women through matrilinearity. These women are divine powers who pass on the savage, the liberty and the passion to the point of being outside the social world and ruling in a “between women” world closed and silent.
I used the strength of the mask, this ritual instrument par excellence, that “dresses” the woman, metamorphoses her, displays her and dresses her up in order to extract the symbol, the myth.

I never told anyone
Bénédicte Vanderreydt
Until February 27th, 2016
Arielle d’Hauterives Galerie
37 rue Tasson-Snel
1060 Brussels

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