Apathia. A real pleague in our contemporary societies. Cause in the end, what’s worst than capitalism itself ? Apathia is not to feel anything anymore. To have become insensitive and to wander following ideas built in the past by others.
You walk along a river, you find yourself smiling, your face gets calmer, the river sound makes you feel tranquil. You forgot this rumor in the background. This constant flow of machines’sounds, this perpetual friction of rubber over concrete roads, motors like if they wear the main specy living over the sealevel, the wind hitting the metal shields.
As soon as you hear it again. As soon it gets back to your consciousness, you feel a tension. This rumor represents this contemporary tension that can be called anxiety. Am I enough ? Yes. Is it the end of times ? Yes. From this point on, hard not to feel the overwhelming and fast ourobouros well on his way with his self-defeating behavior. In my work, as we assume living in the Capitalocene, I’m trying to find ways to underline this condition of existence and the possibilities that could arise from it. I’m interested in the traces of past choices, the ruins of the Progress, but I’m also well aware of the derives of the present. I’m trying to make use of the world, as there’s still in my opinion some pleasure we can experience, specially experimenting from the senses. I really consider my practice’s starting point as being very observant and listening. Because for me, it’s only with being fully openend to a caring way of being and listening that we could conduct a change.
I try in my work to show spaces being inhabited by alter-designs, regular objects are diverted and their function or non-function traces a line for imagining a narrative, that’s open for the spectator to be active in. Sometimes we feel like walking in a scene, a strange decorum.
As soon as we loose earth, we loose everything right ?Only non-terrian humans still believe nature is a far-away entity, bathing into dualism.This whole machine got strong by herself. The capitalist machine got her stomach filled more times than her size. She’s everywhere. Including in us. We embody capitalism. But capitalist profites the wound and eats in it. The Past suffering, the wound ? The unconsciousness we carry could eat us alive.
Ideologies develop as a rigid system of directing thoughts. There’s a solidified quality to it. Which I’m so keen in representing in my work. I usually like to metaphorically and materialy try to represent what can be a very rigid structure filled with illusive motos, blocks. Fantasies sometimes appear exactly where no one looks, just in front of us. They are at the very border of us and what we consider as « in front » of us. That’s where the whole mechanism of projection happends. We are them, they are us so they can make themselves invisible. It's the camouflage technique or «be close to your enemy» technique. There is this alchemical quality to our mind. Mind and matter are maybe actually very intricated in eachother.