Taccardi’s art is disturbing and fascinating, beautiful and ugly at the same time.
The “french-born” artist is using parchment, ink and his own blood to express what is on his mind.
“I started to create my ‘visions’ in university because I had more time to draw and let my imagery emerge from my mind.” – Maxime Taccardi.
Taccardi always loved to draw creatures, gore, monsters – even his master’s thesis was about the monstrosity, he sais. He tries to give sense to everything and to see the image in a metaphoric way. Most of his ideas were born in his dreams, so the metaphor ain’t abstruse.
“I like the art of symbolism behind a trivial representation; you can give a hidden sense with the association of different elements. My art is dark because life is dark, it can sound a little bit cliché but people would not be able to be in search of light if they didn’t know what darkness represents. There is no happiness without sadness, no love without hate.” – Maxime Taccardi
“This is a self portrait, you can see me on the upper right, it’s called “Did you ever contemplate the darkness?” The eye in the midle symbolise some kind of a vortex, a dark divinity, it was done at a time where i was really dark, i had these strange dreams in which i was leaving my body, And i had some strange visions too. My parents are dead (last year for my father and 3 years ago for my mother) and i think i felt their presence, and some others. The kid in this drawing is holding flowers and a skull, it’s the representation of the mourning etc… I wrote a poem in french for this one:
Un deuil trop lourd à porter;
Un voile sombre et opaque en guise de prière avortée.
L’œil vif, inique, celui de l’accusateur;
Comme un venin acide, il a volé ton cœur.
Il te berce au sein d’un caveau putride;
Et joue avec tes sens comme cette immonde catin avec ta bite.
La mort rôde, branlante et décharnée;
Aussi grotesque que ce qui fut autrefois scellé.
Le deuil est tel une lame enfouie en plein cœur…
Rejeton de la haine, reflet de la douleur.
Des lambeaux de chair s’amoncèlent en un curieux puzzle;
Énigme de mon âme, au final on demeure toujours seul.
“Cachinus Auditur Diaboli”
Ma vie aurait dû être un empire,
Au lieu de ça, crasse, ténèbres et tristes soupirs…”