The works of Yusuke Kuriki are imbued with a quest for understanding and representing human complexities. Inspired by Carl Jung's ideas, he explores the concept of the image we project and our true identity, seeking to merge these two aspects in his art. This introspective process is reflected in the richness and depth of his creations. His visual practice playfully combines diverse visual vocabularies, resulting in surreal bodily configurations suspended in a wild, spiritual space. He paints the inner world as an intimate realm that only dreams and psychoanalysis can typically reveal. He creates colorful and exuberant compositions that are instantly recognizable, whether on canvas or wood panel.

This poetic and meticulous treatment of the figure allows a glimpse of a mystical aspect, delicately concealed in his works. Like an alchemist, Yusuke Kuriki invites us to discover a universe where the visible and the invisible meet, where each detail, even the most obvious, hides a deeper meaning. His works are a celebration of the sublime, where the body becomes a mirror of human emotions and reflections, urging us to contemplate the beauty and mystery of our existence. Nourished by primitive thought and original myths, this metamorphic passion promotes a broad conception of human nature that is as spiritual as it is wandering. His work is composed of elements that he himself draws without any hierarchy of value, from myths, religions, the history of art, collected in books, on the internet, or photographed by the artist during his travels or museum discoveries.

Thanks to this image bank, the artist creates a strange world where legend takes shape again, where apparitions arise from the sleep of statues. The melting pot of these influences does not let us guess where the scene is located or at what time: it is a timeless universe, perhaps a dream... What attracts Yusuke's eye is precisely what is hidden from view. He is himself drawn to something else, delving backwards, outside the work, bringing to the surface of the history of his epiphytes traces already present like archaeological remains, still rustling with whispers, cataclysms, and mysteries, in order to spread his stroke.

All our senses are dislocated, and we momentarily slip into the realm of the imagination. What scenario will emerge from this confrontation?