Confined in its galleries as if it werbe a shamefui secretthe formal contemporary art of an official country ? that doesnt necessarily fall in with the deep country ? sinks into, nihilisni,faLw audacity,or/and routine.0ne can freely mock the terms of *deep country" as smelling of land and peasantlike common sense.

Ancient is the partition between the onlooking folks who reject any art that has never beeen intended to benefit thern,and the modernists who mark time by reciting the old recipes of provocation,too quickly nicknanied geniuses by profit bound galleries,career hungry muscum curators and certain FRAC fundamentalists greedy for emptiness.

Art dwik somew*ere else?And at this juncture the artistic failure of contemporary art hanging from the Unes, in wait of an encounter with the visitor/pedestrian and it has, been so since the apparition of museums-bursts out at Bramabiau,far away from galleries,parisian snobbery,esoterisra,in azurean Imm springing out of Earth's sources into a carefully calculated balance,in which chance has had no part to play!

Next to the Magdalenians who first explored the cave jean TRUEL creates the image of a place ftom wluch the image had been excluded.His abyssal paintings iffuminate chaos and darkness;Mking the onlooker unawares.

Through this accidental contact with the visitor who had come for another discovery,Jean TRUEL's parietal art now authentically adresses the general publicfor,without official vernissage or speeches, far froin the ceremonious painter, and his train bearers,it shall never be alienated or transferred...