Dominique Lomré

Born in 1957 in Liège, Belgium, has lived and worked in Italy since 1984

Body Esthetics – Paris, February 1998

Bodies come and go, disappear.“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Witness Dominique Lomré’s drawings, where the frenzied faces of divas were replaced by paintings of the void from which bodies now emerge. Winged bodies, faceless angels.

Men lack wings.

Icarus’ wings melted beneath Phoebus’ rays and here we are back again in a world of ochers and blacks where faces have disappeared, where human beings merge into the universe’s benevolent void. Dominique Lomré looks at bodies and gives them wings.

Lélia Mordoch

Body – Paris, September 2002

Dominique Lomré’s works are graphic poems verging on verse with uncertain contours whose words have yet to be invented.

In his books, words and images are bound one to another, one inside the other. They interact on the pages to describe one another.

Emerging out of a ghostly evanescence, his bodies are wondrous apparitions in half tones of sensuality; earthy sienna and walnut stains fade into the paper that unrolls like a spell binding wall hanging. Dominique Lomré pursues a career that grows richer by the day in the sunshine of the Roman countryside.

We are in Rome, in the sweet headiness of freshly mown hay. All we can hear is the fluttering of pigeons’ wings and the sound of time passing, interrupted only by a rooster crowing or dogs barking. The mating calls of porcupines can be heard in Etruscan caves.

Lélia Mordoch