Justamon’s sculptures provide a feeling of plenitude, a fragile equilibrium between interiority and exteriority. Her figures, neither man nor woman, neither Caucasian nor African or Asian, levitate in a tension-less or even desire-less universe. Consequent to their own experiences, they are in a state of lucidity, clear-sightedness, as if set free. They touch our spirit and invite us to better apprehend the significance of our own identity. To plainly be ourselves in ontological identification with the world that surrounds us.

“…in the air that sweetened the evening, [writes Albert Camus in l’Envers et l’Endroit] my spirit was calming down, the relaxed body was tasting the interior silence…. I was sated…. My heart was feeling a strange joy, that which is derived from a tranquil conscience. I had done my manly job, and to have witnessed happiness throughout one long day did not feel an extraordinary feat, but the moving accomplishment of a condition that, in certain circumstances, makes us be happy. One that reconciles us with a satisfactory solitude.”