On the back The clouds The stars The biggest. The farest. On the belly The smallest. Insects grass And drewdrops To lay in the grass means to perceive elements of
4 p.m. in Berlin. It is the end of October and the winter is coming already: the sun is almost setting. I meet the twilight also behind the door I
A long, narrow corridor opens before my eyes. Scattered sounds emerge: singing, talking? Nothing recognizable so far. My eyes are attracted by a screen with lips jumping out of it.
Jean-Marc Cerino’s paintings show us the way forward. Fronts that are also backs: an in-between in which the artist acts, gives free rein to his thinking and architecture through various
Take a rope and start weaving it. De-dividing and unbundling its components, over and over again, until you succeed in subdividing its unit into units. Continue by freeing these thousands
If there are things that can be shared a priori without difficulty, the memory is undoubtedly the most obvious. It can be broken up as desired, free of charge and
We are all wolves, in the deep forest of eternity. The sentence sounds like the end of a book, that of a programmed sentence that leaves us alone with our
Thirty is the number of drawings made by the artist Jérôme Baccaglio for his first institutional exhibition in the “Space Project”, a space dedicated to young creation at the Centre
ORLAN, five letters and international recognition. A pioneering artist since the 1960s, his work breaks the rule, destabilizes and challenges. The media coverage of his surgical operations has somewhat constrained
Inaugurated a few days before the closing of the Bernard Buffet, the exhibition Karel Appel L’art est une fête ! presented at the Musée d’art moderne de la ville de
