Gaelle Weissberg’s sculptures stop right before us with a rich cultural and ancestral wisdom, by crossing through time. They stare at us with a placid glance, sometimes even skeptically. Closing their eyes in a pleasant trance and with apparent fragility, their feelings gush through the pores, in a sublime and poetic expression. At skin level, they summon fragmented memories, textured by erosion and marks left by time. Along the way, they cross the entire periodic table and, element after element, they are gifted with a strong character. The memory comes to the surface, and their experience runs down their face; like colored scars that are tattooed by time and display their experience of a plentiful life.
Weissberg’s figures look at us with a sagacious expression, a glimpse that only monks and mages pursue. Seeing with closed eyes, they question our conscience. With an emerging force and hypnotic energy, their gaze pierces through being able to see beyond our individuality and even our era. Abruptly, all the cultures stare at us realizing we are just one more; wasted worldly wisdom that, probably, derailed at some given time, which is now progressing backward.
In observing an embarrassing misery, something desolate arises in their minds. They exhibit a serene but deep sadness that crosses their tribal make-up. Without penury or compassion, they denote that we have what we want and it is the reason why we do not deserve more.
Their dwelling place lies in all wisdom which they carry as luggage. On their head, temples and monuments are edified. It is the transcendence of ancestral indigenous culture, even without technology, clearly shows itself much more advanced. Among them are priests, warriors, wizards and sorcerers. They are merely men and women, an endless legion. Possessing all wealth from within, they are everything you could imagine! Even when naked they still lack nothing!
By Pedro Boaventura • Excerpt from Masters of Contemporary Fine Art - Volume 3