Marion Bataillard

by Travis Jeppesen on December 9, 2009

Looking at Marion Bataillard’s paintings is like peeking into a sort of madhouse or cult compound. Her figures are not quite gruesome enough to be called grotesque, but they aren’t pretty, either, and they inevitably bear expressions of rapture, existential befuddlement, and dementia. Her works are the expression of a very private vision of hell on earth.

My review of Marion Bataillard’s first solo show is now online at Whitehot Magazine of Contemporary Art.

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