From 05/09/2012 to 06/16/2012
Ok, I accept to play. I take a big inspiration in order to find the wind and the poetic inherent to my project. This Big Game which consist in reinventing oneself by breaking up the acquired, by accepting to lose oneself in order to try to find oneself again. Confronted to the loss of references and the challenge of a fragmented narration, I persist and cling to the pleasure of the drawing. Thereby, in silence, facing the model, I rediscover situations from the unreal and the inner life. Later the doubt takes shape regarding the appearances. How should I tackle this subject I care, the exchange between human beings, without telling this big disorder, without evoking the unconscious dynamics of repetition? Muddles, ties, evocations from the past and traces of the present are getting tangled up. The inner wars inside all of us find their field.
Yesterday the relationship daughter/mother invaded the space and the ribbon became my motif, silky, soft, outdated evocation of a lost time. Then the ribbon reveals its real function as a link, or bandage and as a leitmotiv which enables me to juxtapose different stratums and to edit different sequences.
Some filters instills a poison, a rift and a tension set in, it tips up. In different time-spaces, ordinary situations, marks of nostalgia.