From the beginning I felt that this residence will end with a performance, certainly for a physical and "textual" involvement, a return to the source?
And yet my first gestures seem so small, almost insignificant, after these first few days so well defined that I can meet as many people as possible.
What a pleasure to see curiosities, dialogues, questions emerging.
To hear the laughter of C* who avoided me as soon as I tried to talk to him and who since yesterday has been looking me in the eye, hangs around the works I have installed in the reception hall.
Those who stay away when I give a few keys around my work, they may not dare to ask me questions yet but I feel the listening.
Those who fearlessly walk through the doors of the workshop to question me, the families I meet in the corridors where we share a moment.
And so many things that I cannot quantify, an unspeakable one that permeates me, and which I hope you who welcome me also.
Sowing, spreading, playing, experimenting with little things.
(small quotes about time will be slipped around the MAS le Trimaran in a more or less visible way)
By chance I found a stencil.
To change my rhythm, to force myself I will use it
Example of the capillary experience
Basic principle :
- Two materials: a paper and a cotton yarn, both are immersed in coloured water
Will they let themselves be immersed and in how many time?
Metaphor of the impregnation during this residence of all the actors: residents, professionals, families?
First results: the cotton yarn seems waterproof for the moment (something I never imagined at all) while you can see the words harvested in the morning are quickly "infused".