Polad-Hardouin is more than glad to announce its first solo-exhibition of German painter Marcel Hüppauff: "In der Konditorei".
He is no stranger neither to the gallery nor to Paris as he took part in « Holy Destruction » in late 2009 as well as in "Riders" earlier this year and became a close friend. So, we are eagerly looking forward to his show:
Then, it happened that all of a sudden he became aware that he was flocked and fluttered around by innumerable birds; with paintings glowing and strong like the morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains and breaking through the high trees whereon those whizzingly winged birds make their nests.
Marcel Hüppauff has left his sinister painting-cave with widely opened eyes – just like his old buddies Zarathustra and St. Francis of Assisi right before him.
Still, crossing the abandoned wonderland of art history, passing the nightmarish flotsam of painting’s Mississippi, he is not alone: lemurs, Tim Burton, dreamfully schranzy scarecrows and shifty pumpkin farmers, Cheshire-smiles left over when the cat is long gone alongside Asger Jorn, lots of birds, of course, André Butzer and Titian too, the vandalizing Situationist International, Mark Twain, some flapping bats, Edgar Allan Poe, Van Dyke Parks, even Kafka and Han Solo, yes, all friends are there and each and everyone joins Marcel’s arduous pilgrimage.
Having spent uninstitutionalised years at the self-governed Akademie Isotrop in the Hamburg 1990ies, he unleashed all his doubts concerning the relevance of contemporary painting and let himself be swept away by the raw forces of paint.
And now, he drowns abstraction as well as figuration in poetic exorbitance, tenderness and rejoicing, in some litany and gurgling flushes, because as Herakleitos knew he still knows du coeur that all oil colour triolectically floats.
His pictorial stylisations are daring, imponderable and unforeseen. They are eventful occurrences telling no stories but bringing most stubborn situations to life – to such an extent that even the supernatural, the remote, distorted, the crude and the unsettling become amazing temptations.

Oh, and just to be sure, Marcel is bringing some cookies.

Christian Malycha, Art historian, Berlin