Réfléchir pareil. Impossible
Visionner pareil. Impossible
Comprendre pareil. Impossible
Petit désert sableux. Monde
Fête foraine. Monde
Le désert de la fête foraine. Monde
La fête foraine dans le désert. Monde
Une fête foraine dans un désert sur le sol français et américain simultanément. Mon monde impossible
Je vous l’avais dit impossible.
Installation views from the exhibit “Slow Water” at La Chaufferie in Strasbourg. Group installation made in collaboration with Ornella Baccarini,
Reem Jabal and Apolline Destom.
Fanzine resulting from a collective corporate company winter adventure
In collaboration with Ke-Tang Lee and Iris Langlois (sober cracks)
We were told we could go film in an outdoor art center. We wrote poetry. We read it. We filmed it. The next page you will see another clip from our shoot.
Our map of the Vents des Forets to navigate the hikes in the art center and find the artworks we were looking for. A polaroid of a filming site puddle. The poem I wrote and read in the forest for the sake of this film.
intermediate version of film for now,
enjoy
My body spent thirteen years listening to and reproducing what the voice echoing in the middle of this square dictated, not mine, but that of the men who trained me. Deconstruct, learn, repeat, integrate, exhaust myself in order to better defeat what stands opposite in the “magic square”. It is therefore in this square, ring, which I haveworn down with time, that I gathered routine, ritual, care, sweat, and familiarity to rebuild and represent the tool that was my body, in service of the noble art and its modern kings.
Mon corps a passé treize ans à écouter et reproduire ce que dicte la voix qui résonne au milieu de ce carré, non pas la mienne mais celle de ces hommes qui m’ont entraînée. Déconstruire, apprendre, répéter, intégrer, épuiser pour mieux battre ce qui est en face dans le carré magique. C’est donc dans ce carré, que j’ai cerclé à l’usure, que j’ai rassemblé routine, rituel, soin, sueur et familiarités pour reconstituer l’outil qu’était mon corps au service du noble art et souverains modernes.
Collective book, made with pieces of our individual research. We decided to name it an archive.
In collaboration with Ke-Tang Lee and Iris Langlois
SoberCracks publication
A one month journal about my adventures in Arles during my mediation internship at the Rencontres de la Photographie the second year round.
grief leads to grandma tea parties in honor of_
read au négatif emporté_
The meeting point was outside our annex building, and I called them through a window upstairs for them to come up and meet me. After greeting everyone, I kicked things off with an icebreaker—a group translation of the Patti Smith song « Gloria. » I had printed the lyrics and laid them out on the chimney, asking each person to translate one word. To guide them upstairs and show them my friends’ artworks, we played a game of “I Spy.” As we moved through the exhibit, transitioning from one student’s work to another, I kept the energy up with either a game suggestion or a group discussion. When we left the annex to see the final part of our exhibit projected on the building wall across from us, I handed out postcards featuring memories of the building that had meant so much to us over the years. I asked everyone to write a postcard as a way of saying goodbye.
Song credits to Patti Smith
Scans of illustrated fanzines and translated songs from english to french (yes, literally)
Currently at #3
#3 special edition: Rois de Léon