Bio
Ariane Labbé (b.2002) is a Quebec-born emerging artist based in Toronto, ON. She works mostly in sculpture and installation, integrating movement into her work. Her approach assesses the relativity of concepts such as time, place, and scale, speaking often to the longevity and slow transformation of geological elements, to the flow of water, to the sun on one's skin.
In Toronto, she has actively participated in shows in Ignite Gallery, Red Head Gallery, Beaver Hall as well as makeshift and DIY shows at 222 Spadina, Upstairs and friends’ apartments. She has also curated shows as part of the SCIN Festival, an event she has organized and coordinated alongside Callum Donovan-Grujicich and Maddy Young for two years now. In 2025, she organized a show in her apartment that had great success.
Ariane Labbé (b.2002) is a Quebec-born emerging artist based in Toronto, ON. She works mostly in sculpture and installation, integrating movement into her work. Her approach assesses the relativity of concepts such as time, place, and scale, speaking often to the longevity and slow transformation of geological elements, to the flow of water, to the sun on one's skin.
In Toronto, she has actively participated in shows in Ignite Gallery, Red Head Gallery, Beaver Hall as well as makeshift and DIY shows at 222 Spadina, Upstairs and friends’ apartments. She has also curated shows as part of the SCIN Festival, an event she has organized and coordinated alongside Callum Donovan-Grujicich and Maddy Young for two years now. In 2025, she organized a show in her apartment that had great success.
Artist Statement (FR︎︎︎)
Prioritize bodily experience.
My eyes are very skilled; but they cannot see everything,
and unless my five senses ally to deceive me, they can hardly do it.
The closest to everything I can get.
Negative space is always full.
I used to feel my limbs and be impressed at how much flesh I was able to grow on my own.
I used to imagine my body as air in water and think I made for a big bubble.
When air contains me, I am its negative space;
when water contains me, and I contain air, I am the messenger.
If only I was more conscious of my substance.
Measurements are relative.
I used to measure feet with my feet and inches with my thumbs (the French word for inches is pouce which also means thumb).
My measurements never aligned with my dad’s, who had long feet, and with my mom’s, who had long hands.
Metric was more reliable than a system that relies on the size of limbs. Once you know that, you have to start doing math homework.
Everything is important.
I used to think the world was infinite, infinite being the sun, the sun being the biggest ball my arms could form, this ball being the love I had for certain people
whom I loved as big as the sun.
The world is infinite because everything is important. Everything about everything is important, and its opposite.
Explanations are illusions.
We are surrounded by things we rely on so much that we forget their existence, their relationships, distant relatives that compose us. An unconscious whole, with blurry and oscillating boundaries.
I will take my favorite parts and give them a touch, a place, a partner, a support, a beginning and/or an end, a future but not a past, a shape that won't seek to deceive you.
Playing with the reality of the tangible.
Playing forever.
And I hope you'll tell me about it.
Prioritize bodily experience.
My eyes are very skilled; but they cannot see everything,
and unless my five senses ally to deceive me, they can hardly do it.
The closest to everything I can get.
Negative space is always full.
I used to feel my limbs and be impressed at how much flesh I was able to grow on my own.
I used to imagine my body as air in water and think I made for a big bubble.
When air contains me, I am its negative space;
when water contains me, and I contain air, I am the messenger.
If only I was more conscious of my substance.
Measurements are relative.
I used to measure feet with my feet and inches with my thumbs (the French word for inches is pouce which also means thumb).
My measurements never aligned with my dad’s, who had long feet, and with my mom’s, who had long hands.
Metric was more reliable than a system that relies on the size of limbs. Once you know that, you have to start doing math homework.
Everything is important.
I used to think the world was infinite, infinite being the sun, the sun being the biggest ball my arms could form, this ball being the love I had for certain people
whom I loved as big as the sun.
The world is infinite because everything is important. Everything about everything is important, and its opposite.
Explanations are illusions.
We are surrounded by things we rely on so much that we forget their existence, their relationships, distant relatives that compose us. An unconscious whole, with blurry and oscillating boundaries.
I will take my favorite parts and give them a touch, a place, a partner, a support, a beginning and/or an end, a future but not a past, a shape that won't seek to deceive you.
Playing with the reality of the tangible.
Playing forever.
And I hope you'll tell me about it.