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 oneself, colors deposed between torn. Space and time that separate each other of our impressions.
And my work is rightly to pick up our perceptions as close as ourselves. What was received must become. Leave them in the dungeon of our amnesias let it act without our knowledge. Take the control of sensations and desires, such is the sense of my manual movement.
This way involves the complete deconstruction of the initial organization. Deprogram to release and create. The goal is the pleasure to feel alive, active and granted to our fate. This solitary road has nothing proselyte. Each one as to walk straight ahead and follow his way. His small personal road. And scampered, admired the grand landscapes of his congeners, drawing also their trail, as references to be reproduced.
Mine goes through the reinterpretation of public signs, shares as the air we breathe. A position in sedimented layer for better fluidization. It will maybe enrich the one above by enabling a transformation of our world view.
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