Comme un combat?

Like a fight?

A bag weighing slightly less than my own weight (we’re not quite in balance) is suspended from a pulley.

I’m strapped in with a corset.

Standing still at over 30°, the crowd passes by; some of them don’t see me. Then a cry of surprise, a gasp of fear from a woman in the audience who spots me. I let time pass – impossible to tell how long – sweating in this work overalls that strangely resemble a sandbag.

Slowly, I start to move. It’s a struggle.

To play / struggle with this burden, this obstacle.

The words come, keep it light, until exhaustion sets in.

Until it is released, pierce the bag and let it empty.

Report on the Artists’ Residency Useful / Useless

At Le Repaire in Brandonnet
14 July 2024
Photos by Isabelle Jolivet