Vincent Fecteau

BLAU International, Spring/Summer 2025

An essay on Vincent Fecteau’s artwork rooted in a studio visit in 2024. It begins like this…

I know a guy who can only think in metaphors. It’s probably a condition. Everything is something else. Nothing simply “is.” This is a way of insisting that the world has a meaning, and order—if you could just get to that final layer. I know another guy who, when asked about Vincent Fecteau’s work, said, “It’s a lot of things, but it can’t be confused for anything but art.” This is a relief. It’s not a stand-in. It’s not a metaphor. It’s art, which is to say, something that enhances and blooms, something that defies language. But like meditation, the harder you try to make something “art,” the less artful it becomes.