Sèves brutes (Raw saps) Present
Our common blood, reflections on what flows through un in three tenses : now
It would be a journey where time would be visible, an immense but elusive future in the installation of a Chateau, apprehensible but overflowing in the present of a gallery and finally very concentrated for a past that must be unearthed in a museum.
It would be a story without beginning or end, a story of time and encounters, encounters between people, interior encounters, encounters with emotions as well. Juxtaposed and correlated encounters and sometimes as intangible as they are essential
Sèves brutes (Raw Saps) Future
Our common blood, reflections on what flows through un in three tenses : soon
It would be a journey where time would be visible, an immense but elusive future in the installation of a Chateau, apprehensible but overflowing in the present of a gallery and finally very concentrated for a past that must be unearthed in a museum.
It would be a story without beginning or end, a story of time and encounters, encounters between people, interior encounters, encounters with emotions as well. Juxtaposed and correlated encounters and sometimes as intangible as they are essential
Absence in our path
Coming toward parts of oneself one doesn’t know
In the surrounding darkness, I seek for a way, a why toward the light. The sounds reaching me make no sens, they gather with my thoughts, weaving nothing. They spring up from all sides, I got lost It is the familiar leap in the unknown feeling that every morning calls for and every evening sooths. I begin maps I can’t read, but witch presence reassure me. The paper material on which they are sketched, the shards in my memory, indicate more validly the north that what I try to decipher from the surroundings.(…)
Call Out (re)cueillir
From mutation to emergence : endless crossings - part 2
What is this fragile and subtile place where we shelter to give birth and nurse. What are the twigs we carry to be able to let go our weapons, secrets and treasures. What is this place of our safety, imaginary projection, as well as the one of our eviction. Will we collect our own creation or will we seize those of others ?
Call in (re)muer
From mutation to emergence : endless crossings - part 1
The intimate changes that guide us, wrap us in modest screens. A wood and glass cocoon, as the place and us who navigate between a projected future and our fragmentary memories testifying to the moults passed in decomposed and fragmented books.
Décrocher la lune
Exploring the stranger within ourselves
Décrocher la lune – Diary – Tuesday September 24th, 2:13 The moon isn’t here, she didn’t rise, she watches out behind the earth what will secretly be, she sprouts. I am scared.
Wednesday September 25th 11:22 We stepped in the new year with the necessary idea of redemption, forgiveness to ourselves. Between the dishes and honey sweetness, the idea of getting together and the ferocity of this return in oneself to seek for good and bad, of better maybe. A first ambivalence of the self and the other, inside and outside. I grope with joy, I put down the elements of reflection as the worker controls his tools before setting to work. I bring order, I count and welcome.