A French artist who has always been attracted to the earth, Véronique Dumont has only been sculpting very recently. Yet a dazzling emergence and a completely impressive technique in this autodidact formed by books and assiduous practice in her workshop located in the Paris region, where she is from.
The artist surprises indeed by the maturity of his work dominated by the theme of the bust associated, in an already substantial production, with a few studies of hands of great expressiveness. Busts of men often, of women too, of whom she delivers sensitive portraits but always imagined - Véronique does not work from a model -, this with no other ambition than to transmit an emotion, sometimes the memory of a being, the reminiscence of a moment.
With works in bronze or terracotta by Véronique, the gaze sets out to meet Man, approached in all his diversity. He discovers through them a living and unique universe, sometimes challenged by the strength of some powerful faces tanned by life, softened by the softness of skilfully outlined features; captured the next moment by the intensity of a kiss, or questioned by an attitude, the mystery of a gesture, the enigma of a message hidden behind closed eyes. Soothed, comforted, sometimes disturbed, but always touched with subtlety, smoothly, in the unspoken words of a sculptor who masters the range of feelings, declines it in his earthen originals with delicacy and sensitivity, thanks to an inspiration always renewed. Born of applied and repeated gestures, the portraits come to life in the hands of the artist, invested by a gentle humanity that she manages to give them with the efficiency of those who know how to hide behind the material for the let it come alive.
A success already effective for this "young sculptor" who is almost surprised by the humility and restraint that characterize her. Véronique Dumont: a promising future and great creations to follow; an innate talent proving to anyone who still doubts that the value, indeed, does not await the number of years. An efflorescence ...
(Text: Sophie Cloart)
