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Stitching Up Scars Alicia Lasne

I always knew that art would be part of my life. In one form or another. I was born in 1986 in Normandy, during my childhood I suffered from school phobia, then from anxiety disorder in adolescence. Imagination, poetry, drawing have always been a kind of protection against the chaos that reigns outside.

My father suffered from schizophrenia and my universe comes from this particular relationship with madness and disorder. In 2018 when my father committed suicide, I completely immersed myself in art. I still suffer from anxiety disorder, some days are harder than others, but one day at a time I am moving forward. Several months ago I started working with fabric. I sew human beings, nature, forests, rivers but above all I sew myself. This is what has changed in my new artistic work, I am no longer in the expression in traumas but in healing. It is much more than symbolic to sew. There is this idea of ​​stitching up scars.

written by Alicia Lasne

In this work, which dates from 2019-2020, there is the representation of madness, of the depths.


In this work, which dates from 2020-2021, there is a kind of acceptance of madness, of the darkness of the human soul.

Then finally, my current work, where we really see the change with this desire for healing

Born Under a Radioactive Transit: Art and Poems by Alicia Lasne

In this illusory quest
to survival, I abstain
to say your name.
In this twilight world
where everything freezes;
inevitably.
I watch this glow
on the horizon
of our extinction

The human being dreaming of the world of tomorrow
Poison the last rivers;
Who was already feeding him more.
In a deafening silence;
Consumes;
What it is no longer:
human

And as in every moment, the eternity of a breath depends on it.
The human being, called to disappear under an acid rain, seizes the last gleam which remains to him.
He then becomes the last link in a corrupt chain, broken down to his DNA.
He is then surprised that he still has a last glimmer of hope in this twilight disaster.
In a canicular suffocation, he observes the beauty of the world he has just destroyed.
The power-seeking human suddenly stops and stares at his bloodied hands.
He understands then that in each moment, the eternity of a breath depends on it.

Some will say I was born on a rainy day, others will tell you it was a full moon night. The reality is very different, I was born in 1986 in Normandy between a radioactive cloud caused by the explosion of a nuclear reactor and the passage of comet Halley. This is how all things begin.

Written by Alicia Lasne

Artist Alicia Lasne in her studio

In this collapse, where a universal rebirth can only be inevitable, I sew, suture, glue on pieces of fabric like exvotos, half-spoken prayers.

Alicia Lasne sewing a picture together

I weave this nature too often ransacked by our lifestyles. Constantly questioning myself about what I am, as a human being. What is my place, my role, our mission on this Earth? What should I change to no longer feed a society of destruction, but a society of the Living.