LIsabelle Rozot’s universe is one of extravagant sophistication. Life is a performance where she likes to set the stage while identifying with her characters. They pursue a waking dream, pondering the decay, the infinite, while apparently possessing it all, first and foremost, the leisure to do nothing. In Rozot’s work, life is a theatre, a permanent show but also a reverie in which we lose ourselves. The decors are very important. Perspective is accentuated by repetition and the symmetry of geometric patterns. Checker boards and stripes fill not only the floors, walls and columns but the men’s suits and women’s dresses as well. It almost seems as though they have constructed around themselves and on their clothes, the bars of their mental prison made from the boredom of their days endlessly renewed. But Rozot’s work is far from boring, on the contrary, it is teeming with ideas and she never falls into the trap of caricature because she knows how to distance herself from these decadent dreamers. Joseph Tarab