The force of the environment was such that
I found myself working by fitting into it.
In the workshop, I had been trying to do an
installation with this tarp for several years,
without achieving a satisfactory result.
What interests me in this material apart from
its original function is its reactivity to air
movement, its fragility, its sensitivity.
What the photo does to actions, the tarpaulin
does to the wind which shapes it.
It shows us the solidity of air.
The air has a shadow.
The air is translucent.
The air is solid.
The combustion of bodies is thickened and frozen.
The wind exists
in the atmospheric combustion of bodies,
it reveals its effort and its backbone.
Every single form is continued by the wind.
The movement precedes it.
What is limpid and still is illusory.
We only exist in the effort.
My body is this material, I am just that.
It only serves to show what it does.
To show something is to have a feeling first.
You cannot demonstrate a feeling, you can only show it.
A sensation is what the world reveals to me.
The meaning that forms have, comes first of all
from sensations, and not from theories.
This work affirms the sensuality of this understanding.
