Processions
2000 - 2006
Format : 80 x 112 cm
Au milieu de la foule sur les Champs Élysées, une passante perçoit les visages anonymes comme des flashes, aussi transitoires que des images subliminales. Elle y projette ses pensées comme si elle recousait les fragments de la ville, les sensations tactiles et les rencontres discontinues à travers ses paroles.
Les visages en gros plans, flous, coupés, loin d'être des portraits individualisés, deviennent des pensées en mouvement et retiennent les paroles échappées de la ville.
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She would like the city to unwind into her
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Anonymous and intimate at the same time
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She believes what she sees
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She retraces her steps but more slowly
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The city passes through her face
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She runs like she loves
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Her quest looks like fire
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Silhouettes mingle with each other
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Citystreets make her feel clandestine
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Others are always already there
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All her landmarks become mobile
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Her road is known by everybody
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Desires remain warm under her footsteps
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She is haunted by rubs, swishes, rustles
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All this is about rhythm or repetition ?
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She confuses words and faces
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The city cuts off speech
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The city rumble says nothing
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She likes the city better than her own life
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She plays the city's game
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She naturally follows confusion, chaos
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She snuggles into city's folds
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She pretends to be transparent
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Multitude makes her doubt her existence
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The visible hidden by the visible
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Meaning comes back little by little
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Every new face brings the city closer
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She has choosen a scattered path
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Accumulated presences impregnate her body
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Others are always already there
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She likes to slow down her perceptions
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Together only once
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Her thoughts arise crosswise
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Encounters expand space
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She imagines an inverted city
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Circuits are jammed
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Words skip from face to face
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She claims no fixed identity
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Her perspective puts her on the sideline
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Her encounters bounce off one another
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The crowd overlaps her sense of exile
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She looks more and more like the city
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She is among others without being there
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She borrows pieces of other people's lives
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She is always ahead of herself
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She keeps her thoughts for the future
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She will redo the journey backwards
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She cannot escape her own steps
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Her body becomes fluid, free in the crowd
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She forgets time and place
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She lives in the city without being there
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Obstacles superimpose each other
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Her pace is incessant, distant
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She is afraid she might have invented everything
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She wonders if it is about rhythm or repetition
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She tries to guess what will come next
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She is intimate with certain parts of the city
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Decisions follow one another
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She makes up stories without faces
Au milieu de la foule sur les Champs Élysées, une passante perçoit les visages anonymes comme des flashes, aussi transitoires que des images subliminales. Elle y projette ses pensées comme si elle recousait les fragments de la ville, les sensations tactiles et les rencontres discontinues à travers ses paroles.
Les visages en gros plans, flous, coupés, loin d'être des portraits individualisés, deviennent des pensées en mouvement et retiennent les paroles échappées de la ville.
She would like the city to unwind into her
Anonymous and intimate at the same time
She believes what she sees
She retraces her steps but more slowly
The city passes through her face
She runs like she loves
Her quest looks like fire
Silhouettes mingle with each other
Citystreets make her feel clandestine
Others are always already there
All her landmarks become mobile
Her road is known by everybody
Desires remain warm under her footsteps
She is haunted by rubs, swishes, rustles
All this is about rhythm or repetition ?
She confuses words and faces
The city cuts off speech
The city rumble says nothing
She likes the city better than her own life
She plays the city's game
She naturally follows confusion, chaos
She snuggles into city's folds
She pretends to be transparent
Multitude makes her doubt her existence
The visible hidden by the visible
Meaning comes back little by little
Every new face brings the city closer
She has choosen a scattered path
Accumulated presences impregnate her body
Others are always already there
She likes to slow down her perceptions
Together only once
Her thoughts arise crosswise
Encounters expand space
She imagines an inverted city
Circuits are jammed
Words skip from face to face
She claims no fixed identity
Her perspective puts her on the sideline
Her encounters bounce off one another
The crowd overlaps her sense of exile
She looks more and more like the city
She is among others without being there
She borrows pieces of other people's lives
She is always ahead of herself
She keeps her thoughts for the future
She will redo the journey backwards
She cannot escape her own steps
Her body becomes fluid, free in the crowd
She forgets time and place
She lives in the city without being there
Obstacles superimpose each other
Her pace is incessant, distant
She is afraid she might have invented everything
She wonders if it is about rhythm or repetition
She tries to guess what will come next
She is intimate with certain parts of the city
Decisions follow one another
