Sylvain Barberot - Echo





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Echo is a contemporary marble sculpture by Sylvain Barberot, signed by hand, unique artwork from France (2025) in white and grey, 60 cm wide, 64 cm high, 10 cm deep, weighing 22 kg, with gilded 22 ct gold details.
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"Echo" is one of the works in a series titled "epitaph". They are a poetic way of embracing death with poetry by choosing a word selected to elevate it. The engraving is accented with 22-carat gold, as a reminder of funeral iconography.
And if the stone could become the echo of the earth on a crest? Our dead are echoes of whom we are the mouthpiece. We carry them, and in the flesh, we are only prolongations of their past existence, like a silent echo.
International artist whose work rests on the dichotomy between memory and forgetting. Memory, in my view, is the essential element that links our body to the world. Yet, as our culture strives to engrave history with a burin, I strive to inhibit, to deconstruct, even to erase my own memory. A vast undertaking, the practice of forgetting…
The body is but the support of this memory on which it depends, even requires. It builds it, molds it, and transforms it. And if anamnesis derives from Greek as the ascent of memory, as for me I hunt it down to better separate myself from it.
"Echo" is one of the works in a series titled "epitaph". They are a poetic way of embracing death with poetry by choosing a word selected to elevate it. The engraving is accented with 22-carat gold, as a reminder of funeral iconography.
And if the stone could become the echo of the earth on a crest? Our dead are echoes of whom we are the mouthpiece. We carry them, and in the flesh, we are only prolongations of their past existence, like a silent echo.
International artist whose work rests on the dichotomy between memory and forgetting. Memory, in my view, is the essential element that links our body to the world. Yet, as our culture strives to engrave history with a burin, I strive to inhibit, to deconstruct, even to erase my own memory. A vast undertaking, the practice of forgetting…
The body is but the support of this memory on which it depends, even requires. It builds it, molds it, and transforms it. And if anamnesis derives from Greek as the ascent of memory, as for me I hunt it down to better separate myself from it.

