Nests, burrows and other shelters 2 | the weight of words -

I drew out the silence.

I was not running out of subject to share with you, as my “L’Absence en nos pas” contribution to the Tunisian Pavilion at the Venice Art Biennial. But I save it for another time.

I went, I believe, into the ark, like in meditation/gestation. I have been the dove, Noah reinstated in the ark, after she failed finding the land he had sent her look for. (Genesis 8-9).

In Hebrew Teva means ark as well as word. In the  Baal Chem Tov comments of the Deluge, quoted by par Marc-Alain Ouaknin in Tsimtsoum, men and women had perverted  the use of language. The loss of its plural dimension engendered the violence of a frozen language, like stagnant water rots. God decided to flood the earth, and to engender a new humanity.  Noah was tasked with the making of a ship , with defined sizes, creating a word/ark in which to penetrate to get back to its genuine dimensions and profundity.

Nests, Burrows and other shelters 1 |Invitation -

Openning June 21st from 18:30 to 20:30
Jardin Botanique Alpin , chemin du jardin Alpin7, 1217 Meyrin Switzerland. (MAP)
Tram 14+18 & bus 57 ▪ stop Jardin-Alpin-Vivarium Tram 18 ▪ stop Bois-du-Lan)

We will be Wednesday June 21st, in a small botanical garden that one could wrongly believe there isn’t much to it. It is an enclosed garden by high and low roads, by car noises, by external sights. Sights vanishing towards remote destinations, from north to south and from south to north, from east to west, taken by the trams or by personal  vehicle, by the disregard to this trees gathered and tastefully and lovingly maintain. It is one of those garden, my childhood memory retains as a vastness to conquer, but that an adulthood visit reduces to the size of the child within me.


Call Out | To break through -

Time is flying , and I have been able to measure it thanks to the fruitfull encounters born from
Call Out. Before the Call In/Call Out chapter comes to its end, Saturday February 18th at 6pm, I would like to invite you for a drink Thursday February 16th from 6 to 8:30 pm.

We will look at what can’t be seen, listen to what we suggest, uncover hidden details, symbolic texts, quiet reflects, echos to what inhabit us and we could free together. We will create links and  also mere nothing, we will be together and this is what matters.


Call Out | To encounter |Conversation|Tuesday February 7th at 7:30| Geneva -

I take advantage of my birthday to share with you some fragments of this Call In hatching exhibition. I send you some images and “fil de pensée” tunning on the Andata Ritorno Gallery’s floor excerpts. I hope they will make you want to experiment by yourself what to be born could mean.

Before giving you those automatic thoughts, I invite you,Tuesday February 7th, to a conversation about Call Out with  Anne Ansermet, psychoanalyst and myself
We look forward seeing you at 7:30pm  37 rue du Stand 1201 Geneva in the Andata Ritorno Gallery


Call Out | Invitation -

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 someone else’s ?

Call-Out | To be born -

Coming out from the cocoon I created for myself in the Chimney, New York adventure, 
before finding its limits, I have been shoot out in a new dimension of my path, within my tale itself.

I am back in Geneva. Working on the pieces I will present to you in the Call-Out Show in Geneva, I am exploring the nests, metaphorical place of our encounters to the world. 


Call In to Call Out | liberating -

Assaf seated on a chair facing the wall, on a corner, he started to play a very quiet and somehow sad chord. I started walking around the cocoon, slowly. Assaf whistled once or twice slowly too, with a long pause in between the whistling and I started grabbing the red threads, one by one to hand them to the ceremony participants.

Call In | Invitation -

Those creations that were born within me will come to you starting Friday to celebrate our spring.

Around a glass and wood cocoon, created in parteneship with Andrew Erdos, my Corning Museum of Glass’s partner , you are invited in a journey in the time. Futur projected symbolised by the videos”renommée”.  Past, the fragmented memory, giving evidences of our previous sloughs, in decomposed and fragmented books.


Call In | Entremêler -

Stories, as well as life, are made of little trajectories that accumulate, intersect and  grow apart, superimposing and nourishing one another.

I am slowly telling you the Passage du temps story  because at the same time I am preparing a story-exhibition, that will be narrate  from November 18th in New York, from where I am writing to you.


Passage du temps – 2 – Adar 2 -

Over the blank page bearing the waves of my indecisiveness, my stylet remaine hanging a longtime .
Yet my hand knows its way, several time already, it draw those moments of life, stamped the paper in tiny holes. As many holes as the days in the represented lives, as many holes as the minutes in the depicted months. Yet my mind knows a scheme preexiste my intention, and  will be recorded no matter what. More…