A trunk that spans ages and eras, a material witness to immaterial events. Like a collector,
who exults the past and a painter who draws the future in an ever-moving collage.
200 years that remind us that against time no one can do anything. Times change, but certain things are immutable and run through the years with a strange robustness.
The realization of this passing time, sedimentation, a process in which particles of any matter gradually stop moving and come together in layers. These layers that are created, year after year, to form a universal memory, that of the earth and our imprint. So many thicknesses, like the pages of a book telling us the story, our story.
I am used to comparing life to a card game, and to consider each encounter as a card that is added to our game. With the hope of ending our adventure by having been able to collect as many cards as possible to have a plainty game. It is in this spirit of accumulating experiences and exchanges that I deeply believe. Without sharing and openness we learn nothing, we are nothing.
It is in parallel with this aggravation, this progressive accumulation, that I will draw my inspiration. Explore this idea of sedimentation of memory and mimesis of being and respond to this creative invitation. By creating my own accumulation, layers each bearing in turn the imprint of the previous one, by mixing materials such as earth, glass, metal, trunk’s pieces of wood. Thus giving birth to a structure reminiscent of that of the trunk and crystallizing this notion of time and imprint on the past but also on the future.