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Summer Haze

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

her body is « time! »

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.

Mme foudy n’est pas disponible pour le moment

grief leads to grandma tea parties in honor of_
read au négatif emporté_

gallery of wounds

Stickers and a creed. You successfully repeat after me the whole creed. You earn a sticker. Wear it like a medal. You’re apart of the team.

is my body really just a number?

Situated research about my body’s worth from the sports system point of view

au négatif emporté

Gut feelings_ gut-wrenching feelings

Feelings that arise from needs_ envy_ envie
L’envie_ l’envie qui naît des curiosités de ce que l’on a vu être fait
Qui fait naître ces actes_ actions you do that reveal what has not yet been said
We lay here thinking we listen and learn better each day_ but never are we prepared for the feelings_
The gut-wrenching feelings
Les sentiments liés_ liés aux choses_ physiques, futiles, fébriles qui fuient like fleas fleating along the shapeless figures intertwined
The twine that holds us up and changes day to day_ be it minimal ou drastique
Qui nous prend de cours quand il décide de lâcher prise_ prise qui nous choque_
Shock we understand we should’ve seen coming with all the signs_
The gut-wrenching signs
Signs in black and white_ blanc et noir_
Dans la chambre noire_ noire de nos rêves_ de nos réalisations_ qui font voir le jour à ces derniers sur le coussin de leur gélatine_
Gelatin dreams_
We should listen to them_ I should have_ at least entirely_
For when she decided to not fully show up she had already whispered_ whispered goodbyes_
Wisping away_ les mèches flottaient_ partaient avant l’heure_ mon temps s’était écoulé_ sans oublier de me laisser faire la chose que je n’avais jamais faite_
Laisser Julie me murmurer doucement pour apaiser plus tard_
Doucement en gardant pour ses yeux à elle ces derniers instants et seulement me laisser ce qui resterait_
La lumière douce qui épouse les formes qui l’entourait_
Soft light that mends and envelops_ mellow light we bask in and covers what remains after having dimmed with what has left_ 
Left in theft_

Theft of what we don’t control_ and the fare at the toll was the still_ the floated still_
Le négatif emporté