The Eve resignation Print

Pictorial sedimentation Advertising abounding in our cities, emit a small parasite vision that bubbling slowly in the retina of passersby. It proceeds unconsciously and signified more than it seems to. Besides the small messages it is supposed to deliver, this is an indicator of how our world works. This small invisible music interferes as ultrasound between our neurons. It is invisible because it submerges our landscapes and disappears in artificial normality. But it is audible because our learning of the sign incite against us to decipher the visible sense. Each campaign is cleared by another, which will be quickly gobbled up by the follower. All are superimposed and muzzled each other. These successive layers do not disappear nevertheless. They are material, shapes and colors. They store in the darkness covering. However, they are still the witnesses of their fleetingness. A pictorial sedimentation which reveals a very precise significant time In final, the space in two dimensions is not affected, but the volume increases, millimeter by millimeter. This paper crust is not so different as the earth's crust. It reveals in own way its quite small perimeter: Days and weeks organized by the human beings, made by them. But Life is made by little things. And it is gathered together that these details show their power. Then, it is time for me to affix my key to deflect the course of their history. No, you will not only be the extras of a film which does not belong to you. Yes, you will become the tools and the material of a festive recreation, playing with you as the brushes with their palette. Advertising archaeology Once the street work done, begins the 2nd step in workshop. A dive in depth of piles of papers, fact sheets, dismembered and disarticulated posters. After the takeoff, tediously necessary, such as an archaeologist with his blower which preserve the slightest potential sign, the colored collage builds itself by instinctive touches: the masses are formed without me, the theme impose itself, colors deposed between torn. Space and time that separate each other from our impressions. And my work is rightly to pick up my perceptions as close as myselves. What was received must become. Leaving it in the dungeon of our amnesias is a way to leave it without our knowledge. Take the control of sensations and desires; this is the sense of my manual excitement.