ecopoetical archive n01
TYPE : ecopoetical archive, continuous research as a moving momentum in between forests and glaciers
MEDIUMS : mixed
DATE : 2022- 2024
PLACES : the studio, Alps and Earth
SYNOPSIS :
This ecopoetical archive started in 202 in artist’s studio in the French Alps. This body of work explores ecopoetics as a process and artistic production. This archive includes many diverse mediums: photography, hand painted fabrics and rocks, notebooks, ceramics, poetry, ink on paper, installation in situ, performances, historical archives, 3D models... It is about an explorative process, as much as creation, as much as life. Being nature and not being external to it.
This ecopoetical archive n001 is a continuous research process as a moving momentum in between forests and glaciers, exploring a multiform physical, intimate and symbolic territory.
{français & english}
Ceci est :
◉ Un cercle magique et cérémoniel dans une forêt, pas [encore] découverte et détruite par les humains ◉ 13 roches en lévitation ◉
◉ Cette image est un extrait du film imaginaire “LE PORTAIL” (7:46) ◉
^ This in situ installation is a sculpture made of wood and raw linen yarn (biodegradable). It represents a portal to an invisible world. This installation does not have human spectators, especially in this forest in the middle of winter. It is made for other living creatures, animals and imaginary and invisible entities. It is also made for and with the Wind and the trees. What the human can see, it’s its trace, the photograph. This sculpture is made to be ephemeral : it questions what stays, what passes through. What does the trace of the human leaves in a natural environment ?
^ ‘Le Bruit de la Terre’, ensemble de céramiques assemblées en mobile - installation in situ dans la forêt, sur les branches d’un arbre, 2022 :
^ Archives
ALLER CHERCHER LE SILENCE car le silence est une graine -
Être ici et maintenant. Détachement. Finitude.
Pensées : être écologie contemplative : être dans le présent sensoriel, être avec la communauté terrestre.
Le silence est un souffle.