dhsadhlajsldjlsfjlkjdlkajsf by left hand fingertips , various material, The Tanks (Tate Modern), 2017.
They can not finally enter a museum, they can not finally enter a gallery. I like that they are made with the levity of the fingertips, as in an imaginary cavern, but there is this grandeur. After all we do not need to express ourselves, we do it too much. Instead, I’m interested in that instant of silence, as if the piece art were installed in our private. Art piece and spectator are immovable but very fast at the same time, because always in the same place and at the same time. A motionless and resolutely precarious nomadism. A concept of speed a bit ‘crazy. How crazy it is to re-propose these sculptures. As if they were black holes that have sucked the whole process that goes from the lighting of the artist’s studio to the last spectator coming out of the museum.