{"title":"Fegg Mou","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cimg style=\"max-height: 300px; max-width:55%\" src=\"https:\/\/helloart-prod-bucket.s3.ca-central-1.amazonaws.com\/media\/artist\/fegg-mou\/fegg-mou-profile.jpg\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFegg Mou\r\u003cbr\u003eDC native. Rooted in philosophy and history. Born Diana Lucci.\r\u003cbr\u003eThere are artists who explain themselves. I am not one of them.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eMy work doesn’t come with a map. It comes with a corridor — and somewhere in the dark of it, a Minotaur. What you find when you go looking says everything about you and nothing about me.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eThis is the point. This has always been the point.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eI make art the way people confess things they’ve never said out loud — not to be heard, but because silence, left untouched, becomes its own kind of drowning. The canvas, the material, the piece — these are not self-expression. They are an outstretched hand in a language that has no alphabet. An emotion that arrived before the word for it did.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eMy approach is unorthodox because the question is unorthodox: Why do we need to be seen so badly? Not as a critique. As a wound that keeps asking. We make things because we cannot not make things. Because somewhere between the unuttered and the unbearable, art opens a door.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eMy pieces are never about me. They are about you — walking the labyrinth. What you find there is up to you.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eI only built the walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[],"url":"https:\/\/helloart.com\/fr\/collections\/fegg-mou.oembed","provider":"helloart","version":"1.0","type":"link"}