In the same planet


Eugénie Bourdeau

President of the association  La Tribu de Lulu

Family Association  La Main à l’Oreille


Since in our society the norm is sustained as exemplary of respect, this collective summary (“In a singular word”) may offer the spectator the possibility of exploring and accessing a still unknown territory of singularity. An experience outside of norms, where each of us may discover through the prism of autism a different mirror to ourselves. Firstly, a journey towards a more accepting view of ourselves, and perhaps in respect to the difference in others.

“In a singular world,” artists taking part in the exhibition express themselves with the sincerity and the original freedom of children, even those who have already experienced the life of an adult world. They reveal works of art of rare found truths, and of an emotional intelligence frequently questioned.

My daughter, Lucile, was terminated from school at the age of seven. At the time, we were not offered an alternative to Lucile not attending schoolDid they consider she did not have a need for it? Or Perhaps and most probable, that we did not have a need for her in our civilized society? However, at the age of fifteen, Lucile has illustrated two children’s books (books that she is unable to read on her own.)

In institutions, I was also told that “Lucile did not know how to draw.” Because at times she did not use her arms, her eyes, or mouth… and preferred using black bic instead of color pencils. Nonetheless, Lucile has been involved in at least fifty exhibitions with her drawings in France and abroad…

One day perhaps Lucile’s work will pay for her schooling?

Oftentimes I ask myself if Autism is not a handicap born of normality.

Contrary to ideas presented, I do not believe that autism is a fold onto itself, “In its world or tiny planet.” Persons named autistic live with us, in the same planet. They participate in our conversations, even if their ability to listen necessitates corporal agitation to remain focused or to concentrate. They are there, they perceive us and understand us, even if they are not looking at us. Moreover, at times they may even respond in a rude manner. A manner of expression external to the exhibition space. Why is this, unfortunately, we are still too compartmentalized in our normality codes and in our exclusive use of verbal language, and often we fail to understand them.

When artists concern themselves with the gaze of others upon their creations, the autistic artist, is totally liberated from the gaze that he may place upon himself. Therefore, I have never seen scribbles in the thousands of drawings produced since an early age by Lucile. She has always given her strokes the liberty of being composed in function of that which precedes it, in the immediate, without having to reach an objective, simply for the pleasure of discovery, play and infinite liberty.

Only in the spectrum of the arts, in its search for absolutes, there is an authorization for the expression of other voices, other sounds, and other senses. Art permits a different form of listening and even a way of diffusing her words.

The artists being presented here find a place in our world, outside the frontiers of a handicap. They help us to humbly understand that we all participate in the creation and education of the same world. A world that in unity we do not want to normalize but liberate, In a singular world.

Translated by: Maria J. Lopez