Fran Van Coppenolle
Brugge, 1998
Fran Van Coppenolle descended from a world of DIY barnyards, ancestral collections, and delicate forklifts. Patron saint of the turrets, the suture line, and the sawn, cut, folded, welded, abraded and collated breathing rooms. Sculpturer. Goddess of fate. Navigator of light and heavens. Surprising, fresh materials placed under tension, clamped, braided, laced, threaded together into ephemeral, incomprehensible, fascinating objects. Marvellous bachelor machines foisting breathing room unto the world without asking for permission.
Text: Hans Theys