Certain encounters in our life make us who we are.
From the first glance one realizes that this man resonates elsewhere. We could talk about his avant-garde work, the traditional codes that he learned in order that he know how to break them completly but Xoil is more than all of that. In such a strict environment, he has breathed an air of freedom. He lives and literally embodies his work through a permanent search to be nourished by his design. By ingesting and digesting these images he begins make a mystical language all his own.
Xoil is an iconoclast. His regurgitating of images gives them sense and meaning ; enough sense that he is able to communicate their meaning.
No one is fooled, it is a whirlwind pushing the very limit of madness. It is rare today, however, to have the chance to encounter such a coherent and entire being. A man who seems to have come to this life but by chance. The veils are thin for him on this earth and it is here that he becomes the ferryman between a tradition on the edges and an innovative movement of expression, he places the gold coins on our eyes and those coins are these images burned into our minds.
Xoil, freed from all the rules, in his frantic and glorious wandering, embodies this beautiful sentence of Theophile Gautier :
« The strongest man feels instinctively that it is the ornament which draws an impermeable line between him and the animal, and when he can not embroider his clothes, he embroiders his skin. »

Texte par Sm Bousille