PARIS.- Gaspard Maîtrepierre’s work functions as a pictorial tool that allows humanity to understand and reclaim myths. The artist gathers an array of symbols and allegories, drawing from both ancient and contemporary legends as well as the worlds of science fiction and video games. He translates them into an imagined fresco, where each piece contributes to a broader narrative—an unfolding story that viewers can appropriate, enrich, and evolve within their own imagination.

Through this approach, the artist prompts a reflection on the supernatural nature of certain events. He taps into our most primal intuition, reigniting an ancestral urge to uncover the universe’s mysteries: the lurking shadows at nightfall, the celestial battle that blazed across Nuremberg’s skies in 1561, or those legends that still resonate with an eerie clarity today. His work challenges our ability to comprehend the unknown and the irrational, offering contemporary perspectives on ancient myths while shedding new light on present-day phenomena through a mythological lens.

« What I do not perceive survives my perception. »

To relentlessly question the nature of things, especially when they elude us—this is the essence of his practice. Gaspard Maîtrepierre paints the pathways and multiple interpretative frameworks of mystery, those that will ceaselessly remain open to humankind.

For his third solo exhibition at the gallery, Gaspard Maîtrepierre unveils a series of paintings where ancient myths and contemporary iconographies intertwine into a single narrative fabric. Drawing from antique legends, science fiction, and video game aesthetics, he constructs scenes where fragmented visions of history and the supernatural are re-enacted. Depuis Bourg-Palette, does not seek definitive answers but rather invokes a visual legacy—an uncertainty—offering each viewer the opportunity to explore their own inner mythologies.

Nostalgia, in the end, is a bit like playing Game Boy in the backseat on the way to summer vacation as a child.

All the Pokémon gym badges, all the friends we made and would probably never see again… What really changes when we grow up?

And so, as an adult, I’ll find that little Game Boy again, a witness to the time that has passed.

The lovers, the best friends, the first secret cigarettes in the tree at the park… I will return to those places, but I know no one will be there anymore.

The park benches haven’t moved, but they now carry different laughter.

The gravel still crunches underfoot, but those footsteps are no longer ours.

And I know my heart will tighten, and I know everything will come rushing back—without anyone actually returning.

So, like shiny cards I once collected, I’ll take my memories out of my satchel.

I’ll lay them before me, and all I will see are bursts of color and familiar, comforting silhouettes.

Maybe nostalgia is an unfinished game.

But maybe it’s also the acceptance that some things have no real ending— That though they shone so brightly in their beginnings, they do not carry sorrow. For sorrow is only as deep as the intensity of a memory that is now just that—a memory.

And so, we are left with this blazing melancholy, a gentle fire that warms.

Maybe nostalgia is not the regret of the past.

Maybe it’s simply proof that we have truly lived.

--Gaspard Maîtrepierre


Born in 1990, Gaspard Maîtrepierre lives and works between Paris and Normandy.