Extrait de Tchivo
Scène 0 : Anesthésie
Le Coeur de Sophocle.
L’énergie ne passe plus entre les deux pôles de son fengshui, elle la percée par le trou blanc son énergie
percée.
Il lui reste, ses poignets fins, pendus
dans l’attente du dénouement
L’espoir comme un drame ignoble
Cet espoir ignoble du drame
Ignoble
Elle.
La nuit s’endormir enfin le rejoindre un peu, combler un peu le rejet
de l’âme qui ne cesse de jouer la musique d’Alchaghâf.
Disolved organ, Photography Enora Keller (scan 35mm), Paris 2011
Statement.
I am my own lab rat. I explore the damaged lands of the self, facing it’s multiple mirrors. I instinctively attempt to exhibit the cracks of perception, these white holes suspended in the matter. I am also a traveler, trying to move inside the self by dint of physical displacements. I try to highlight the nomadic reflection from a blurred identity. I end up questioning the theatrical scene of our social anthropology, in between alteration, evolution, destruction and reproduction. My goal is to stage the chosen materials (bodies, photographic matters, words, sounds...) in a way that the viewer can experience the oscillations of the self, where the space becomes the architecture of these inner movements. Thus, I use degenerated impulses to produce poetry.