One day, they’ll make a colour: Russon Black, it’ll flow like ice cream straight out of the tube, it’ll dry…
It’s Over
We came to the end of our four week adventure, it was as intense as China and the work show…
Between Hesitation and Doubt
This residency has been an odyssey in painting, testing, trying, dreaming, failing, functioning and crossing paths. There is no map…
Materiality and the Accident
This idea of the book as a process, as Hélène Cixous writes, lets things happen, evolves with the process. Odilon…
Chrysanthemum Tea
I don’t think it makes you Chinese but perhaps my infidelity to an original does. Guillaume keeps referring back to…
La Moglie e l’Amante
Sitting on a balcony in Sète, with a fresh vodka in hand and warm breeze complementing the view of the…
I Consider You More as a Writer
Is what Jeroen said. I just wanted to punch his stupid face, Ouwhoer! More than usual. I do think it…
Gare d’Osnabrück à Jérusalem
De Hélène Cixous. Elle est géniale, ma première copine s’appelait Hélène. Elle s’appelle toujours Hélène, j’imagine. Perhaps the thing I…
Stéphane Arcas from the Studio to the Stage
Vendredi gave us the pleasure of an improvised Arcas presentation. No notes but a conversation about how one ends up…
Chad by David Russon
Next Sunday, 20 October, 14-18h, we will be open with interventions by 2 artists and a writer. Sara Lucas Agutoli…
