Sèves Brutes | 3 | Present -

What is more volatile than the present?

At the end of our breath, in the word that is preparing to cross our lips, it is still the future. The inhale after the exhale, the exhale after the inhale, the future again. The word before, the sentence before the previous inhale, already the past. The click of the camera immortalizes what happens. The lived experience is, however, eternity.

At l’Arrêt sur l’Image Gallery, the present materializes in a random moment between what is seen and what does not appear yet, or has already disappeared. Put together presence and absence, love and hatred, and all opposites complement each other. The present as the sum of the past and the future.


Raw Saps | Save the date -

How long lasts the present, when does the future become the past, and what does the past say about what is to come.
The land art installation at Château Palmer, has long ago vanished, and the images that will recount and imagine the future have not yet come together. The past, large lava/glass flow has not surfaced yet. The giant drawing, composed of 180 smaller drawings, has completed the representation of the present.


Raw Saps |2| The deep fragility of what is to come -

It would be a text about a land who welcomed and allowed me to unveil its essence. I came with iron oxide and glass silicate as well as my fellow partners Jean-Francois, Elad, Marie, Federica, Sally and Momo to draw the underlying life of Bordeaux’s land. The project seemed right and all the Men subscribed to it. But I didn’t ask the land, and I felt  an apprehension I couldn’t define. The women perceived it as well, and I was petrified, questioning the whole project, when we were already in the vineyard.


Sèves Brutes |1| Shadow and light -

I will be soon in Bordeaux. I intended to explore the now, the past and the future, to, I believed, look at what we are crossed by, blood, water, spirituality, our lives. But it could be the reverse.

From the past, remains the traces, the imprints. The now is to be lived. We will, by May, come back to those tenses. I first want to address the future, the one I will attempt to capture in the Chateau Palmer vineyards, next week.


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.


Matza | 5 | Bardo Museum exhibition until May 7th 2017 -

The Bardo exhibition successfully opened Friday. We presented the result of our reflections about the Kerkennah Islands. I am now back to Geneva and it is time for me to introduce you to my friends and colleague artists, whom have their personal interpretation of the island, its assets, its challenges. The richness and the complexity of our exploratory field is reflected in the ensemble.
It is a story that will be tell. It is about round trips, tides, fishing, migrants and also dreamed land.


Matza | 4| Veiled Charfia -

In the emergency of the Bardo museum exhibition preparation, April 14th, Tunis, Tunisie,  I send you the images of the Veiled Charfia that will remain in Kerkennah. I will only bring back the images, as I didn’t get to meet with the women of the island that the men praise with compliment and cover them with veil.


Matza | 3 | Vanishing point -

I turn around a line encircling the world and bearing all the fantasy of liberty, always further. A line between sky and earth, between sky and sea, called horizon but when touching the mountains. A line of mysticism, dream and mistakes.
A gathering of separation points, up, down, here, over there. Over there obviously more beautiful. 
Freedom is beyond this line, vertically and horizontally. Is it a junction point ?


Matza | 2 | Return from exile to common land -

Matza is named after the Mazze, a XVth century tradition, democracy participatory forbear.  In the Haut-Valais in Switzerland, protesters unearthed a tree, put it upside down and went from village to village to set out their disagreement. Those who who were convinced hammered a nail in the trunk. As Severin Guelpa, Matza founder, says it revealed the determination of a community to defend it self and to take charge of its own destiny.

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.


Yama – 7 – Devenir Spectateur -

When the lights came back, I didn’t want to leave. During four days I had been one with the theater, the setting and the dance. The dark and velvety black, the warm and moving lights lined my nest.At the end of the fours rehearsal days on stage, where Noa and Rina built scenes, associated lights, adjusted transitions, edited, cut, and reorganized the play, a sort of truth came out, whose magic we will see on stage from February 4th.The task seemed, at first, insurmountable, the setting was a monster to be tamed, to make it dance with the stage, the lights, the dancers. Rina and Noa were following a thread I didn’t always saw, novice as I am. More…

Vertigo – 8 – 12th day and a little bit after -

Friday May 29th 1:00 in the morning.
The night is slowly soothing, the philosophers succeeded one another in time and space, from lectures to individual. The french institute media library as been my shelter, the nest the listeners’s. In the time of a round danse, between two conferences, in lines, quietly they waited for their turn. Merav, Noa, Tali et Rina danced in silence under the threads and the shadows, others tripped over them. The inner blindness of some, made the branches invisible, others ignored them, or fiercely got mixed up. There was also the dreams, mediations and a few snoring. Each one created its singular experience, the questions emerged from the depths or the music for those for whom the words didn’t call back anything familiar. More…

Vertigo – 7 – Day 9, 10 and 11 -

Monday May 25th 8:03. The pressure is increasing, my dreams have a taste of uncompleted, restless crowds in front sprouts of pieces of art. I wake up in the emergency of what remains in my hands before the installation, tomorrow at the french institute in Tel Aviv. There are numerous hazards, the branches shall accept to be wrapped, unwrapped, de-tied, retied, the threads freed from their small cellophane envelops, the real nest to be created where it will shelter the listeners. A branch will improvise itself tree of words, it will carry 8 of them, it will have to find where to put down roots. i will have, too, to find a place to write this journal, that will welcome it and show it at hits advantage. There will be new people who to talk to, places to tam, and get organized. I will get out the cocoon, chrysalis not yet butterfly. i inhale, I exhale, I let the time get into me to start this new day. 

IMG 3351Tuesday May 26th 15:09. I started the day upside down, in the diary. I could have whirl, or write in mirror, in stairs, with curls or even in red, but I preferred turn over the note book and try to reach the other side, the one of the already passed days, protected in the Vertigo eco-village. It is strange to notice how fast I make my nest, or is it the change that gives the known appearance of a cocoon ? Precisely since this morning, in Tel Aviv, at the French institute, I try to create one for the listener of the sound “A ma mere” to meditate under. Those who don’t speak french will will be dive in their unknown, the others in the echo. Quietly the branches have find their place on the bookcase, on one side the one tied in white behind which books don’t give themselves but have to be earned. On the other side the armchairs under branches tied with red threads. It will be ready on Thursday from 6pm. Now my words joined those from the previous days, I am in a danse which would talk about oceans, lines against lines like this re-creation of what was in germ in the studio. A big movement. More…

Vertigo – 3 – Journal day 2 and 3 -

Monday May 18th 18:17, the relief of a first day completed, a semblance of routine not to totally slide, some landmarks, the table from witch I write those lines, the branches grabbed and placed on a closet to figurate the french institut bookcase. The abandonned branches, the fading leaves. The feathers refusing to be assembled with wire. The impossibility to fit such a big tree in a small car, the nest that might not be one. But it must be. As Noa’s step danse are created, in silence, budding choreography, glare of our common worlds. A necessity called by an intuition, little stones thrown here and there and a meaning, a context emerge, she adorns with music, I with words. She is part of my own kind.

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Our quests -

ExpoJoyce 2015 selection 1 recadre ExpoJoyce 2015 Fils 1 recadre
Passover/Easter is the time for the quest of our promised land. I take this opportunity to share with you some images and thoughts I had preparing the “Cris et Féminité(s)” exhibition. More…