OHNE

I remember exactly when it started. It was a few years ago. Or maybe even before that. It was with Adrien, or maybe with Hadrien.  They told me their desire. They wanted to find a place, like an apartment, or just a room. Something secret. I remember the first time I saw it. I was all alone when I came here. It was dark, blue light, a weird evening.

I remember talking between Mathieu and Noémie, like a distant sound, or just a slip of the tongue.

In a corner of a door, Eva was there too, looking around, as if trying to remember something.

I can’t see details anymore, I have to blur my eyes, all the information and the texts and the phantoms will just break your heart.

Or is it that I only see details? It’s definitely one or the other.

The second time, César was with me. We just walked around to see what would happen, even tried looking up. But, nothing. I had to start again.

I’ve been looking for a long time. I have a foot halfway out the door at each attempt, except who am I kidding, no I don’t.

It’s the lines that get me.

Third Time. Chloé helps me. It’s different now, a repetition I no longer recognize.

That all of that can contain all of this, it’s sick and exhilarating and and and.

You’ve been here longer than me, how do you do it?

Loup and Caroline stare at me. I think. Or maybe they just try to keep their distance.

It’s a question of habit, muscle memory. Stretch and squeeze the brain until it conforms to the prescribed measurements.

We want to be here, obviously, but we also want to be nowhere. Eyes adjust to the light, see what they want, if they want.
Ana Iwataki & Marion Vasseur Raluy

Exhibition curated by Noémie Vulpian with works by Eva Barto, César Chevalier, Adrien Genty, Hadrien Gérenton, Matthieu Haberard, Caroline Mesquita, Chloé Quenum, Loup Sarion and Noémie Vulpian

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