As a photography lover I always wanted to go to the Rencontres Photographiques d’Arles. Every year something unexpected prevented me from going there. In Berlin, at the beginning of this
Around the old tempel People dance everyday, they sing, they celebrate joyfully. Little fires are lightened to keep the giant warm. And he opens secretly his doors, which are not
In all live performances, there is an exchange between the performers on stage and there is a exchange between the performers and the audience. These two levels of communication must
« Quand l’artiste pense l’exposition comme un médium et prend en compte la salle, l’invitation, le titre, le temps, tous ces éléments, il est peut-être plus curatorial que quand il s’inscrit
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.
