INRI

Philippe Perrin is a postmodern dandy endowed with scathing wit and explicit lyricism, a mystic-cum-trash demiurge with a forger’s smile, making a world kneaded with the sweat of the ring, the blood of organised crime idols, the dark and gilded legend of rock n roll, and the vile stench of a world that is forever plundering itself... His warmth, his razor blade, his handcuffs and huge guns, along with his stagings, his photographs, his self-portraits, offhandedly corroborating the hypotheses dear to Baudrillard about the loss of the sign in a world which is not even in a state of crisis any more, but just prey to an irreversible catastrophic process, to a gigantic debauchery of all the rules...
If imposture and illusion are becoming more real than nature, and larger than life, if reality is being engulfed by the fictitious, and if events are going beyond the speed of meaning, what is there left to experience? Strolling in the Perrin galaxy and accepting his invitation not to take messiahs for lanterns may be one possible avenue….
The artist’s installations offer up scenes open to different interpretations that dwell in the collective unconscious, or in situations related to the contemporary urban world. His sculptures explore the domains of weapons or other objects (rings, rosary beads, razor blades, barbed-wire crowns), whose original meanings he expands, distorts and challenges.