A common memmory ...
When you are looking at a painting by Muriel Abadie, you seem to be confronted with a recollection. She shows objects, not already seen but paintings that give you the feeling that they have already entered into your memory for a long time. You'd be tempted to say that they are familiar to you, they belong to your common memory of objects.
Strainer, sewing machine, iron , the painter often shows out-of-date objects. You could see in there a nostalgia of time past, but these objects seem to be there like living objects. If the painter prefers to show a manual squeezer-lemon rather than an electric one, it's her choice of life. What she piles up, pieces after pieces, objects after objects, sets up her frame of ideal life, her proclamation of warm ideal objects, her responsiveness against the trend that converts all objects your are very fond of into fuddy-duddy ones before bringing them inevitably to their death.
While contemplating her whole work you are obviously struck, each object is shown alone. What appears in there it's a big loneliness of the object but this process gives power to them. You feel all the love the artist have put in each of them. Like people say an only child, you'd be tempted to say for each work an only object.

Michel Sabas