Waste Landscape

"WasteLandscape" is a 500 square meters artificial undulating landscape covered by an armor of 65 000 unsold or collected CDs, which have been sorted and hand-sewn. It is well known that CDs are condemned to gradually disappear from our daily life, and to later participate in the construction of immense open-air, floating or buried toxic waste reception centers.Made of petroleum, this reflecting slick of CDs forms a still sea of metallic dunes: the art work's monumental scale reveals the precious aspect of a small daily object. The project joins a global, innovative and committed approach, from its means of production until the end of its "life"."WasteLandscape" will be displayed in locations coherent with the stakes of the project: art role in society, raising consciousness to environmental problems through culture, alternative mode of production and valuation of district associative work and professional rehabilitation. Over the course of multiple exhibitions, "WasteLandscape" will go through quite a few transformations before being entirely recycled into polycarbonate. The roaming will allow both artists to pursue new awareness-raising activities (via Vimeo) (Elise Morin/Clémence Eliard)

Roun n round

No debe haber nada como subirse a Trocadero con el invento ese, un loop hecho de monopatines encajados y que se te haga de noche ahí haciéndolo rodar. Es un video para la presentación en una exposición para La Gaîte Lyrique/Experience

La Gaîté Lyrique is the new venue in Paris dedicated to digital arts and new musics. The old theatre was restored during a 2004 reconstruction that converted the building into an arts centre completed in November 2010.

Bendición

Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite, J’arracherai ce cœur tout rouge de son sein, Et, pour rassasier ma bête favorite, Je le lui jetterai par terre avec dédain
Igual que un pájaro joven que tiembla y que palpita
Arrancaré de su pecho su rojo corazón
Y para que se sacie mi bestia favorita
Yo se lo arrojaré con desdén por el suelo

Les fleurs du mal. Baudelaire