Laura Foort

My work was born from silence. For several years, I made myself invisible. A destructive relationship, periods of depression, and a profound difficulty expressing myself gradually distanced me from my own voice. I lived in withdrawal, with the feeling that I was invisible.

Then one day, I chose to rebuild myself. Leaving behind what was extinguishing me was not simply a change of direction, but an act of survival. It was at that moment that creation became essential. Painting was not a project. It was a vital necessity.

The first forms that emerged were mouths. Raw. Colorful. Cut from wood. Unusual, assertive forms. The mouth became a symbol of regained expression, of liberated speech, and of the right to exist without remaining silent.

Then the eyes imposed themselves. For me, the eyes are the gateway to the soul. They represent consciousness, clarity, and presence in the world. Today, I observe, I feel, I absorb. The eyes in my works embody this newfound awareness, this ability to see beyond, to see oneself, and to no longer look away.

The puzzle shape is also central to my artistic approach. It symbolizes our fragmented existence. The pieces of our story. The ruptures, the scars, the transformations. Nothing is perfectly aligned, and that is precisely where the beauty lies. Each cut piece represents a part of ourselves, sometimes displaced, sometimes being reconstructed, but always essential to the whole.

I design and shape most of my supports myself, refusing traditional formats so that the form can actively participate in the meaning of the work. Mirror fragments, glossy resin, crystals, and luminous elements create a dialogue between matter and light. The reflection becomes a metaphor: it invites each person to recognize themselves and confront their own gaze.

Today, my art no longer speaks of suffering, but of transformation, rebirth, freedom, and embracing one's identity. Creating allowed me to rebuild myself. Today, I create to embody this rediscovered freedom and to remind us that our fragments, however imperfect they may be, come together to form a complete work.