Over forty years ago, Francis Réveillaud settled at 10 rue d'Alger, in the beating heart of Paris. He opened a gallery there to exhibit and resonate with the echoes of a distant craft, discovered in 1968 in Congo Kinshasa (DRC).
In this dedicated space, he unveiled fabrics full of soul, woven by patient hands, bearing stories whispered between the raffia threads. A burning passion guided him, an insatiable appetite for art and its enigmas. Traveling through libraries and auction rooms, interviewing experts and collectors, he dug through the sediments of knowledge to trace the source of these woven treasures. Lovers
of shapes and gestures, fascinated by Africa and its people, he stood as a discreet guardian, watching over the work of the mind and the memory of the hands, an amazed witness of these patterns which allow us to see, read and hear the links
which precede us and extend us, doors opening onto time and the invisible.