Le mouvement de l'air

I am so happy I could see Adrien M/Claire B's production Le mouvement de l'air last month. 

And I felt even more lucky to have had tickets as I realized they were performing only 4 days before the actual show. So here's the teaser and I can tell you it is nothing compared to the emotion one can feel while watching the real performance. Mesmerizing and dreamlike. Virtual and visual poetry. We were all standing still, gaping and amazed, spellbound eyed audience hardly holding its breath and restraining from clapping its hands every five minutes. You could hear oohs and aahs and people gasping in admiration. We felt like we were 5 again and nobody had warned us we would be dumbstruck, a kiddo at the zoo, first time at the circus, acrobats in the air, eyes glittering and mouth wide open.
I had the best time watching this performance. I had the best time watching dance, where digital art and live performance intersect. I can but recommend going to see it as soon as the opportunity arises.

Magic, that was magic.



Just like Amy Revier, I somehow wear my art own too. I realized this necklace I made totally matches my paintings; shape, colours, textures, the translucent pendant... It might as well be part of the canvas - and I like it best when the canvas no longer is the limit to my painting.



Recently, I discovered the work of Amy Revier. I like the idea of inhabiting one own's art, of completely merging into it and clothes art is what she's at. A self-taught weaver with a background in sculpture, she is a woman of integrity. To become one with her art, to be wrapped in textures, shapes and shades. I never thought weaving was so demanding. It is a dance to watch; the dance of the artist at work, the dance of the artist being.

Please, click to see this beautiful video of Amy Revier : http://becauselondon.com/fashion/2015/01/amy-revier/



This is the first picture I took since I own an iphone. 

I remember my boyfriend laughed at me while we were standing on one of the most magnificent places in Bordeaux, Place de la Comédie, by a blue an sunny afternoon and he saw me turning around, facing the wall of some deserted shop and finally squatting to take that photograph. 'What, why are you taking this picture while you could just photograph one of the most beautiful places in town?' he said, as Bordeaux Grand Théâtre was just opposite us, beautiful in the setting sun.

In fact, I had a spotted the abandonned window just a few minutes before I got into the store to buy my new phone and I took him all the way back there to take that precise picture.

I've got an eye for side things. And as long as I can make him laugh, that's fine.


Textured Walls

Photography is an important part of my work. Most of the time, I am seeking the unseen; decaying walls, burnt down materials, rotten details in your every day surroundings are textures that appeal to me. While they wouldn't even catch the usual passerby's attention, they completely hold my attention and I sometime even go back to those places with my DSLR to take proper pictures purposefully.

Now that is probably what I should do since these ones have be taken with my phone, hence the poor quality of the photographs. However, I sometimes feel awkward as when standing at the front door of a recently burnt down flat and the tenant suddenly pops out. How inappropriate is that?