"..Marc Piano has this quiet strength to transform a pitcher in an animal from Jurassic within few magic detours in the hot seat of his potter's wheel. Sorcerer in his spare time, he can escape from his status of potter to be in the light and shadows of his studio an artist rather singular. He exceeds , transcends himself. He has the energy to go beyond the language of the clay in transmuting tracks ties. The bestiary he creates expands his range of options, expanding his expertise, populates his nights of adventures and dreams planet. The man is lunar. He writes stories with pieces of clay. There is in him a child who makes his fears to live better life.
His menagerie consisting of Spinisaurus, grazing Anatotitans or Torosaurus are his pets born from a senseless generation called spontaneous . He makes his circus, his film. Like a director, he tames them, seek to understand, educate them. He loves his monsters and he pampers them with the same zeal than a lonely annuitant caressing with perverse love her groomed dog on the French Riviera. The open mouths of his creatures look like indigenous Oceanian puzzles .
About his prehistoric creations anyone dunce could quickly make them a "crime of dirty faces." Syndrome of terror. Dogs guard. Behind the Scenes is quite different. With a better look, we find that these dinosaurs of the Pre-vallaurienne era, with carnivorous and frightening jaw , have somewhere in someone's eyes a bit of humanity. By metaphor, we can say that these shelled animals with glowing colours can represent the saga of the human race caught in the tumult and the whirlwind of its disasters and hopes.
Marc Piano, if desire takes him by the tail, Picasso is not far, has a profile "à la Prévert" to convert himself as an illustrator of children's storytelling. The inventory of his playful universe lends itself perfectly. His workshop is a great orderly hut where dream pays reality with monkey money. He has talent to cross eras in Jules Verne's way, beardless. From Jurassic to Apple Computer, he weaves worlds with his clay to our great joy. A real lucky charm. "
