Scanners reconstituted

En route

Leaving on the sand hopes and fears, I roll and throw on the shore the multicoloured seashells of my dreams and retire into myself, forgetting the traces of my passage.Balancing myself between silence and wrath, I ramble and forget.Time is suspended. It inhales me, I search for my breath and lose it. Made furious by the wind and the currents, I swell myself up, scare myself by my power. Out of breath, I exhale, fanning out my tornado-torments unfurling over the lands which run and flee from me. I drown them.Coming and going, forgetful of my passages, incessantly taking back the same nourishing and erosive torment, the stones witness to my comings and goings, pouring myself out and withdrawing myself, serenely and violently.I hold myself back and spread myself out, forgetful of past cycles.With a slight touch or large tornado I witness little blades in great revolutions, I accompany the moon.

Scanners installation espace R Geneva
2013 - Installation for Passage a l'âme story
Scanners installation espace R Geneva
Scanners installation espace R Geneva
2013 - Installation for Passage a l'âme story
Scanners installation espace R Geneva
Scanner bassin 1
Red threads and pearls on reconstituted pelvis scanner and Ezekiel verse, 3, 3 on oak wood base
161 x 29.7 x 21cm
Scanner bassin 1 (scanner of a Pelvis reconstituted)
Scanner bassin 1 and shadows
Ezekiel, 3, 3 as He said to me, “Mortal, feed your stomach and fill your belly with this scroll that I give you.” I ate it, and it tasted as sweet as honey to me.
Scanner bassin 1 (scanner of a Pelvis reconstituted) and shadows
Scanner crâne 4
Ezekiel, 1, 28 -2,1 Like the appearance of the bow which shines in the clouds on a day of rain, such was the appearance of the surrounding radiance. That was the appearance of the semblance of the Presence of the LORD. When I beheld it, I flung myself down on my face. And I heard the voice of someone speaking. And He said to me, “O mortal, stand up on your feet that I may speak to you.”
Scanner crâne 4 (scanner of a skull reconstituted)
Scanner crâne 4 and shadows
2015 - Red threads and pearls on skull scanner reconstituted, and prayers on plexiglass box, solid oak base
146 x 29.7 x 21cm
Scanner crâne 4 (scanner of a skull reconstituted) shadow and and socle
Scanner livre 1 detrail
2013 - red thread installations on scanners and psalm (Ezekiel 37, 17) - plexiglass box and oak base
21 x 29.7 x 8 cm
Scanner livre 1 detail (scanner of a brain reconstituted in the form of a book)
Scanner livre 1 (Scanner of a skull reconstituted)
Ezekiel, 37, 17 Bring them close to each other, so that they become one stick, joined together in your hand.
Scanner livre 1 (Scanner of a skull reconstituted)
Scanner pied droit 1
red thread and beads on scanners and psalm (Ezekiel 37, 9) - plexiglass box and oak base
21 x 29.7 x 8 cm
Scanner pied droit 1 (scanner of a right foot reconstituted)
Scanner pied droit 3
Ezekiel, 37, 9 Then He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, O mortal! Say to the breath: Thus said the Lord GOD: Come, O breath, from the four winds, and breathe into these slain, that they may live again.”
Scanner pied droit 3 (scanner of a right foot reconstituted)
Scanner pied gauche 1
2013 - fil rouge et perles sur scanners et psaume (Ézéchiel 37, 9) - boite de plexi et socle en chêne
151 x 29.7 x 21 cm
Scanner pied gauche (scanner of a left foot reconstituted)
Scanners installation espace R Geneva
Scanners installation espace R Geneva
Scanner bassin 1 (scanner of a Pelvis reconstituted)
Scanner bassin 1 (scanner of a Pelvis reconstituted) and shadows
Scanner crâne 4 (scanner of a skull reconstituted)
Scanner crâne 4 (scanner of a skull reconstituted) shadow and and socle
Scanner livre 1 detail (scanner of a brain reconstituted in the form of a book)
Scanner livre 1 (Scanner of a skull reconstituted)
Scanner pied droit 1 (scanner of a right foot reconstituted)
Scanner pied droit 3 (scanner of a right foot reconstituted)
Scanner pied gauche (scanner of a left foot reconstituted)

En route

Leaving on the sand hopes and fears, I roll and throw on the shore the multicoloured seashells of my dreams and retire into myself, forgetting the traces of my passage.Balancing myself between silence and wrath, I ramble and forget.Time is suspended. It inhales me, I search for my breath and lose it. Made furious by the wind and the currents, I swell myself up, scare myself by my power. Out of breath, I exhale, fanning out my tornado-torments unfurling over the lands which run and flee from me. I drown them.Coming and going, forgetful of my passages, incessantly taking back the same nourishing and erosive torment, the stones witness to my comings and goings, pouring myself out and withdrawing myself, serenely and violently.I hold myself back and spread myself out, forgetful of past cycles.With a slight touch or large tornado I witness little blades in great revolutions, I accompany the moon.

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