Collignon goes back to his roots, to use fashionable words of that time. Baroque, sensual, impertinent, fertile: these are the appropriate adjectives to qualify his work. It goes far into the obsessions. But isn’t this the peculiarity of each great work? Women are represented in a lovingly way, whereas men almost always take the form of articulated jumping jacks. Is it his moralist tendency coming under the footlight, turning men into interchangeable dummies manipulated by History, with dry bodies and hearts, compared to women’s sensitiveness and suave flesh so tenderly painted?
W. Lesur, 1984