installation, video on CRT monitor, printed text, wooden furniture, 2015
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the following text is printed in white on black on 11x16cm cardstocks that visitors can take away.
The horizon seems warmer than usual. Again, a flag mast incessantly tries to imitate the sound of a clock but can’t get rid of its randomness. One, two rodents that might know better what time means, and the feeling of a sun on the surface of the skin. Those tiny rocks are permanently jumping inside my wheel. It happened just after we crossed the dead peach-skin tree, on the cliff. Then, rewind and turn left. I can see the ferry from where I stand and I imagine I can hear its sounds from the inside. At this particular moment, or maybe the one that came just after, I noticed the movement of my thoughts and the shifting of my sight were out of sync.
‘Boat Leaving’ is about the act of watching a landscape, how this action influences the way of thinking, how a landscape is always fragmented and interrupted by words, and how every subjective sensation and thought build a bigger mental image together. It is about the impossibility of a fission between the inner-landscape and the subject of the gaze.