Simon Belleau
sbelleau(at)saic.edu

*Current and Upcoming

SOIF at OPTICA, Centre for Contemporary Art
solo show
Montreal, Canada
opening on sep 1, 5pm-8pm
09/03 to 10/08, 2016
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PRESS RELEASE ~ LINK HERE
The Royal moth has no mouth.
Royal Saturniid caterpillars will eat until surrender. Melting and rearranging themselves with the raw materials of their adolescence, they reappear, fuzzy and fat, with a silent face and no digestive tract. Insatiable, burdened with an impossible itinerary, they make slow triangles and moon eyes, executing the gesture of their singular potential.

And they will fuck until they die, still thirsty.

Mars lost his war and his atmosphere fled, drying up promises of a dazzling garden and leaving behind dire warnings in a red oxide dust.

The amount of available moisture in an enclosed room is recorded on every surface, and every surface is recorded in the whole of the eye. Seeing requires attention, recognition, interpretation. It also requires an image, even one not there, and at least one orifice.

At its center, Simon Belleau’s work travels in two separate but simultaneous directions; pulling focus both inward and outward. Inward, towards the core of desire, past hunger and sex, towards death; and outward, through narrative, language and the production of the image. It is here, in his careful negotiation between the image and the act of production, that Belleau’s installations become an act of transmutation: a mushroom erupts from a tactical dry bag and time becomes material; your eye travels swiftly over the steely surface of an unreflective mirror, drinking in humidity and time, turning obligatory sips of water into corrosion; the stone foot of Michelangelo’s David is suspended in motion, set in a singular film still.

In Antonioni’s film, Beyond the Clouds, the narrator, a director himself, muses, “[W]e know that behind every image revealed, there is another image more faithful to reality, and in the back of that image there is another, and yet another behind the last one, and so on, up to the true image of the absolute mysterious reality that no-one will ever see.”

Our desire for that last true image ruptures any stillness and shatters the blank mirror on the floor. It is quite the gift, to leave your gaze resting on the floor like that, with no obligation to harbor it when it labors back.

Author: Elena Ailes
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INDEX at Gallery 295, Vancouver
June-July 2016
photo: gallery 295

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brass bar, oil clay, rubber, wax

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We wander in the night and are consumed by fire, 2016
steel, window screen, oil clay, rubber, lamp, bulbs and wire, candle burning, limestone

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roomba floor cleaning robot, turtle shell, 2016

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An endless event, 2016
plastic bag, clip fan, Picasso drawing

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LOUNGE AND MAGAZINES,

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SOMEONE HAS LEFT THE ROOM FOR YOU,

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after several days there was already less
sweat,_ And Then
after a few days you disappeared

leaving a fertile harvest


FREQUENT ARRANGEMENTS AND PERIODIC CALIBRATION OF
THE ABSOLUTE AMOUNT OF AIR THAT IS PRESENT
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MONOCHROME AT BEERS LONDON GALLERY,

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ANYTHING THAT CAN BE ADDED TO THE ALREADY EXISTENT MASS OF THINGS,

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OVERNIGHT ETC... IT WAS DAWN,

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