Tigre chat tigre, 2020
Once, at the very beginning of this confinement, I tried to create an outdoor corner in my living room - I taped up sticks I'd picked up earlier at the beach and planted them in the sand. It was a very simple little sculpture, and some people thought it was outside.
I had taped it outside, I wanted to tape everything up, fix things that weren't broken, tinker with anything and everything, fix things that were broken too, the poor sheet, hold things together, hold the water. Everything became an obsession caused by, among other things, going around in circles, going from the living room to the bedroom all the time and looking, listening outside.
That's when I became an animal.
Claws came out of my toes, and hair grew on my body. I oscillated between observing from the outside and repairing from the inside, in the ambivalence between wanting to get out and wanting to lock myself in and keep things going.
Feeling like a cat, then feeling like a tiger, then cat, then tiger again. I'm basking in the sun but the dead leaf breaks my heart and I wonder if tape will be enough.