Man is a chapel he never visits. In the chaos of time he aims to conquer, He constantly forgets his sacred strength. And so, he scatters it in harmful fires.

Passer d’une année à l’autre est à la fois anodin et vertigineux. En chaque début d’année, je me demande comment je vais me  renouveler, progresser, regarder d’ailleurs. Depuis quelques années je fais le même souhait, qui est peut être une résolution : laisser venir à moi ce qui est juste, sans chercher à le provoquer ni à le convoquer. C’est le jeu du je et du rien.

Il semble que dès décembre j’ai été exaucée

I have been invited by Tila Rudel, to create an installation for the night of philosophy on May 20th, 2022 at the Timisoara French Institute in Romania.

In the frost of February I went there and projected myself on the stretched shade of the trees on this small plot within the confines of the French Institute.

One could wonder what urgency there is to remember, to summon memory, but sometimes the past is combined with the present, history is falsified and the world fractures.

I set the scene to then let my thoughts wander in my next letters.

Geography of memory is the name of a piece of furniture, made of antic boxes and drawer, assembled in a heterogeneous construction to contain artworks-traces. Created in New York in 2016 for Call In, it represented the past in the beautiful raw space of the Chimney NYC.

A cocoon, a wooden family tree in the making, had been wrapped on the spot, in glass with Andrew Erdos and hung 6 meters from the ground in the center of the gallery, it was the place of gestation. The future was a projection of the video Renommée 2 on the ceiling just above the exit door.