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.

Matza | 1 | Abandoning the known, Abandoning to the unknown -

have regularly talk to you about the unknown, the last weeks made me think about it in various ways.

Call In and Call out, building on the inside and the outside gave me the opportunity to work on two new project. The first one is organized by Severin Guelpa swiss artist who invited me to join a crew of artists, architects and sociologists to work on his ethical, human, ecologist and artistic project : Matza. During two weeks we will talk, elaborate, create in the Tunisian Kerkennah Island with the fishermans on the theme of water. The result will be exhibited in the National Bardo Museum in Tunis.
The second project is, at the invitation of the Meyrin Fond d’art contemporain, and thanks to Joseph Farine, an exhibition in the Jardin Alpin, about “Nests, burrows and other shelters”.

Yama – 9 – Renewal -

The world is a whole, it is reflected within us and mirrors back what inhabits us, the light and the shadows. It has, once more, shown our dark sides. Because we have a choice, I have decided to live in a world of love and confidence.

So I will be again in Israel, April 4th, 5th and 6th, to conclude this wonderful Yama project. I will catch part of what I retain. In this choregraphy about time passing, I will, from the final, reinterpret the moral and catch it in videos. At each edgy moment of our lifes, we slough, ready for all the abandonment and all the springs. Is those pivotal times, as caterpillars in mutation, are our cocons our shrouds or our chrysalids ?


Yama – 8 – The real -

I wondered what I should be sharing with you, for this last email about Yama.

Should I tell you the premiere, the success, the enthusiasm and the anxieties, the full house, the emotion, mine and the spectator’s, the flowers on stage, the confrontation between the real and the dreamt.


Yama – 3 – From doubts to creation -

In my last post I have left you, I know, in doubt. You wondered about my spirit, sure that the story I was telling could only have a happy ending. You were wrong and you were right.
Wrong because, as I was writing to you, I had already recognized on my way all those people, those hands, I usually don’t see, don’t grab, fearing to lose myself. This very new path, the staging one, is the collaboration and a sharing one. Being helped is no more to disappear. Muriel, Alexi, JeanF, Cathy, Tisa, Camille and all these who since months lent me their knowledge, their words, their time, and all of you who give me back your love, are making of this project a story of life and wisdom. As I was writing to you last time, doubt had already created in me new welcoming spaces. More…

Yama – 2 – Tensions and abandonment -

I left, vaillant and flickering, warrior and anxious, full of who I think I am (an artist), empty of what I can. After a summer of paralyzing doubts, where each idea smashed against the wall of possibles, I finally presented to Noa a project we were working on. Made out of moving red gauzes, I was coming to Israel to confront the project to the stage and and the danse reality.

It was a destination of abandon. Abandon from the known and abandon to the unknown. The gauzes haven’t subjugated the stage, their layers giving complexity to what was supposed to be simplified. Rina, Noa’s choreographic interpreter and sister, was asking me to create a frame for the dancers. I didn’t understand. More…

Yama – 1 – Seeding utopias -

Here I am again, full of this silent summer months boiling, ready for the harvest and sharing. The spring seedings have germinated. I am about to go back on the dancing soils. Noa have asked me to create the setting of her new piece : Yama.It is about symbolic waters : feminine and masculine, all matters that question me since a long time. However this request put me out of focus. Unreadable and indelible lines, has been written within me, splitting the times, where I thought I was and where I am going, what I believe of who I am, unable to catch the before and the after, the top and the bottom, the real and the rest. 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 – 6 – Day 7 and 8 -

Saturday May 23rd 8:53. Here everything is quiet. I usually own the place, I am almost the only one to work in this henhouse converted in a workshop. There is Danny and his children who builded and are maintaining the village and Orit the cook, preparing food for the people who came for the chavouot festival (commemoration of the gift of the Torah to Moise). I say that everything is quiet because there is no more noise than usually when there are tents standing everywhere and a lot of children.

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Vertigo – 5 – Day 6 -

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Friday May 22nd 9:00. This morning when I woke up, I thought to the links betweens my work and the country where I am, I realized I never mention the places where I create fro when, in general, they obviously influence my creation, would it be because I am in the confort of my homy studio, or emptiness, I choose each week in the Annemasse studio, the jeopardy I put myself in creating in Thailand, the encounters in New York, land of my first geographical exil or now, here in Israel, promised land. More…

Vertigo – 4 – Day 4 and 5 -

Wednesday May 20th 8:40, And there was evening, and there was morning – the fourth day. And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky.”. To live within oneself and outside, to be fruitful and increase. My inner images, my necessities, my fear, the outer realities, what remains to be done, what will not. How to let go the unknown for it to happen ? While I tame my room, while the blue belly birds, the ones with yellow beak, the donkeys and all the red ants wish me good morning, while today, a light breeze pats me, I try to find myself. Inhale, exhale, accept. Be here, within me, and here with them. I am worried not to be able to create a sculpture definitive and ephemeral for a futur almost immediate and certain, and at the same time to let arise the meaning of the path we might wander together. Would it be ungratefulness : how to give without counting, to make sure the shares are fair. Already, not naming all those allowing me to be in this moment, I feel dishonest, but I have chosen to share with you those lines, almost at the same time as I write them, and it couldn’t interfere. Remain free and included. Prosper under waters and high in the sky.

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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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Vertigo – 2 – Journal day 1 -

Sunday May 17th from memory: I woke up over the sea, comforted by what was earned ans maybe not deserved, surrounded, loved maybe, questioning what the moment was made of, a normality, a minute after an other , ce qui when each moment seems to be a définitive truth. Then, I dropped the one I love, for them to go home and I left seeking for myself. Welcomed by those I don’t know yet. Tenderly, gently not to rush what will be, we started to danse around who we were, each of us covering part of the distance of what will be. I was here and elsewhere, in all the elsewhere. My head beating me, the sky where I sent them before they land, the sea was not art of it, fields, vineyards, vestiges of history. AT night I collapsed, awaken by dreams I don’t remember and mosquitos that left some traces.I finally got up, the room was familiar and hostile, I had to find one within myself. G I got up and here I am at the start of an adventure that improves myself.

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Invisible Dog – 11 – Au revoir -

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Après que la lune, comme dernier clin d’oeil à ce parcours qui nous a uni, ai caché le soleil, je suis rentrée sur terre. J’ai remis dans mes cartons, dessins, plans et comètes, mais pas mes rêves. Je me souviendrais de ce qui a été. Vous aurez été les témoins de mes projections, d’une forme de réalité du présent et du souvenir. Ce qui s’en construira à partir de là existe déjà. Le chemin s’est dévoilé, s’il semble circulaire, ce n’est qu’illusion. Le début n’est pas très loin de la fin, mais peut-on pour autant dire que rien de change ? More…

Invisible Dog – 10 – Presentation, eclipse solaire -

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Mercredi dernier, Anne, Remy (depuis New Dehli) et moi avons temporairement arrêté le temps. De 17:31 à 21:37, nous avons concentré 28 jours écoulés et un à venir en présentant notre travail. L’espace de travail et de partage de l’Invisible Dog s’est changé en zone spatiale. Le temps d’une soirée, une centaine de visiteurs sont venus décrocher la lune avec nous. La somme de nos recherches et de nos rêves, les amorces de ce qui viendra et que nous ne connaissons pas encore et l’énergie et la curiosité visiteurs nous ont portés loin de Brooklyn.  More…

Invisible Dog – 8 – Pleine lune, eclipse de lune -

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Il semblerait que l’alignement des étoiles, la conjonction des astres de ces derniers jours, de ces dernières semaines, nous aient poussés à penser à la façon dont nos vies devaient s’infléchir, comment nous devions nous réfléchir. La pleine lune, comme à son habitude, a précipité des départs, pour laisser la place aux nouveau-nés. L’éclipse qui l’accompagnait a ajouté à la confusion des émotions, exacerbant ma perception du temps. Je m’interroge sur la façon dont nous surpassons nos épreuves, sont-elles inscrites dans nos chemins, les provoque-t-on ? Les fractures de vie que nous avons déjà vécues, sont elles des ponts pour dépasser les prochaines ? C’est cette expérience des cycles et des passages que j’explore au travers de deux oeuvres que je vous ai montrées, l’une achevée, l’autre en cours, sans vous en donner les clés. More…

Invisible dog – 7 – Premier quartier -

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Doucement, tranquillement le soleil se reflète sur l’astre miroir et dévoile sa présence rassurante. Comme la plante lentement émerge du sol, je sors du noir. Petit à petit se déploient les idées germées dans la première période rendant tangible sa matérialité. Dans la période précédente, la vie et la mort étaient intimement imbriquées, dans l’obscurité comment savoir ce qui commence et ce qui finit ? Le premier quartier de lune remet de l’ordre et, comme l’étoile, indique au berger sa direction. More…

Invisible Dog – 6 – Nouvelle lune -

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Nous voilà entrés dans ce nouveau cycle, cette nouvelle lune. Début de l’année juive, symbole de la création du monde, équinoxe d’automne, Lune noire, porteuse des possibles, gestation pour les uns, occultation de la présence divine et domination de l’attribut de rigueur pour d’autres. Que reflète-t-elle de nous?
C’est avec ces questions que commence ce projet, “décrocher la lune” qui me rapproche de vous et m’éloigne de tout. Je défriche. More…

Invisible Dog – 4 – Projet Lune -

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Anne et Moi allons décrocher la lune.

De ce ballet que j’évoquais la semaine dernière est né “Décrocher la lune”. Un projet dont vous recevrez l’annonce mercredi jour de la nouvelle lune. Une invitation à participer au processus et à venir en voir le résultat.
C’est une mise en abîme pour parler du féminin dans l’humain, pour explorer le risque du lâcher prise, pour partager avec vous. Regarder autrement.
Vous l’aurez sans doute senti, depuis que nous avons decider d’aborder ce chemin, tout est prétexte à se mettre en route. Ainsi, lors d’un court séjour à Mexico j’ai été me lover au centre de la terre pour me connecter avec moi même. Dans un Temaxcal, 28 pierres brulantes, de l’eau d’herbes médicinales m’ont ouverte les 4 portes essentielles, celles de la terre, de l’eau, du feu, et du vent. More…

Invisible dog : intensite invisible -

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Il y a des moments qui affichent leur intensité en livrant leur lot de réalisations : un départ, une arrivée, des découvertes de lieux nouveaux, des pistes vers de nouvelles œuvres, d’autres vers notre collaboration à Anne et moi. Et il y en a d’autre parce qu’ils sont connus, familiers, lents, laborieux, hésitants, parce qu’ils ne donnent rien de tangibles, paraissent vide.
C’est un leurre. More…