Art Paris. Paris (FR) 2017
Galerie Charlot (FR) 2020
Displayed on a screen is the serene image of a Russian forest in winter. Trees stand in gravid silence, the world asleep beneath a cold, low-hanging sun. Two strands of rope hang from either side of the screen and give the illusion of continuing across the image. This virtual rope twitches mischievously, enticing the visitor to grab hold of it. In doing so, the visitor becomes a participant whose only choice of action is destructive. When the physical rope is pulled back and forth, the virtual one saws through a tree and sends it lifelessly to the ground. If they find it tempting, then the visitor can prolong the pointless mayhem indefinitely: once all the trees are toppled a new forest is generated and left at the mercy of the waiting pair of hands.
But even in darkness threads of light are visible, in paper and ink.
Cruelty that’s casual is the most disturbing of all.
We make our own memories, ring by ring, until the day comes when we,
too, are uprooted.
element among its geometric ones.
sprinkle a bit of this or that, and you can cook up whatever
that produces towers like melodies in a set of musical variations.
A true hands-on experience…
instead of scaling the walls from without, doesn’t mean
you’re any less of a beast.
is infinite does it matter?
Payback takes on a life of its own, ceaselessly feeding upon itself.