Hello, I am an independent self-taught curator based in Paris. I conceive exhibitions as performative protocols that can be activated by myself or others, unfolding through contingent interactions rather than static display. My curatorial practice is drawn to artistic strategies that embrace destruction, material transformation, and participatory engagement, questioning the exhibition space and its possibilities.
For several years, I have been conducting an ongoing research on disasters and their iconographies, focusing on the ways catastrophes are aestheticized, archived, and re-enacted within artistic and curatorial discourses. This inquiry extends to the traces of lost, vanished, or missing artworks, culminating in the Oblivion Collection, a participatory online archive dedicated to gathering remnants and spectral evidence of disappeared art. By engaging with the visual and conceptual residues of destruction, my curatorial research interrogates what remains, what is forgotten, and how disappearance itself might become an artistic gesture.
StudioPoush
153 Avenue Jean Jaures 93300 AubervilliersRepresented bypal project
39 Rue de Grenelle
75007 Paris
Avalanche
Location
pal project
39 rue de Grenelles
75007 Paris
Dates
12 June 2021
25 September 2021
Co-curator
Nelson Pernisco
Photo credits
pal project
Press
Nicolas Ungemuth for Figaro Magazine #23889
Julie Ackermann for Beaux Arts Magazine
Margot Gremillon for maze
Hervé Fischer for arthebdomedia
Manon Schaefle for Badtothebone
Projets Media
Artists
Mounir Ayache, Thomas Ballouhey, Ranti Bam, Ivana Basic, Alexandre Bavard, Cécile Beau, Vincent Beaurin, Bianca Bondi, Bruno Botella, Matthieu Boucherit, Simon Boudvin, Cécile Bouffard, Deborah Bowmann, Gillian Brett, Jeanne Briand, Charlotte Charbonnel, Baptiste Charneux, Gaëlle Choisne, Boris Chouvellon, Pierre Clement, Cindy Coutant, Paul Créange, Wolf Cuyvers, Louis D’Anjou, Nicolas Daubanes, Laurence De Leersnyder, Alain Declercq, Dejode & lacombe, Quentin Derouet, Lucie Douriaud, François Dufeil, Sara Favriau, Ferruel & Guedon, Hervé Fischer, Deborah Fischer, Nicolas Floc’h, Karsten Födinger, Pierre Gaignard, Vincent Ganivet, Anne-Valérie Gasc, Julia Gault, Paul Gounon, Laura Gozlan, Juan Gugger, Cyrielle Gulacsy, Matthieu Haberard, Antonin Hako, Charlotte Janis, Jean-Baptiste Janisset, Jeschkelanger, Youri Johnson, Fabian Knecht, Roy Kohnke-Jehl, Lucas Kroeff, Yvannoé Kruger, Emmanuel Lagarrigue, Pauline Lecerf, Louis Le Kim, Anaïs Lelièvre, Vincent Lemaire, Ra’anan Lévy, Marie Limoujoux, Guillaume Linard Osorio, Vincent Lo Brutto, François Malingrey, Leonard Martin, Vincent Mauger, La Méditerranée, Benoit Ménard, Adrien Menu, Marie-Claire Messouma, Léa Mestres, Enzo Mianes, Juliette Minchin, Anita Molinero, Gabriel Moraes Aquino, mountaincutters, Louise Mutrel, Marie-Luce Nadal, Antoine Nessi, None Futbol Club, Nefeli Papadimouli, Pierre Pauze, Jonathan Pepe, Nelson Pernisco, Boryana Petkova, Benoît Piéron, Margot Pietri, Benoit Pype, Andy Rankin, Delphine Reist, Antoine Renard, Mateo Revillo, Vivien Roubaud, Salim Santa Lucia, Nico Sauer, Ugo Schiavi, Olivier Sévère, Buhlebezwe Siwani, Cédric Teisseire, Anna Ternon, Maxime Testu, Thomas Teurlai, Simon Thiou, Laurent Tixador, Anna Tomaszewski, Pauline Toyer, Victor Vaysse, Romain Vicari, Vincent Voillat
Statement
The atoms that make up the universe agglomerate, dissociate and reconcile with force. Long before the idea of time and matter, the universe was born of an explosion into nothingness, and it will exhaust itself in a rip of every conceivable energy. Between the big bang and the big rip, galaxies, planets and stars are born, only to be extinguished in a burst of light and particles. Crystals, grains and dust don't care whether they're liquid, gaseous or plasma, because they're what shapes immensity. Like these particles, no one is capable of observing the totality of the picture they compose. Like a broken screen, the pixels of matter sometimes produce inconsistencies that science will never be able to explain. Dark matter" or "antimatter" are just titles that change at the whim of disproved theories. Only the vacuum, which constitutes the essence of what we know, remains unchanging. It is the void that allows matter to exist. Its existence, which we might think is merely a marker of absence, allows the universe to expand, planets to flourish and particles to twirl.
Rome, Paris and Athens have been inhabited by murmurs, songs and cries for millennia. Their incessant rumbling is in fact much older than the cultures that keep them alive. Temples may still decay, cemeteries may still be pulverized, cities still hum. Over the centuries, the inhabitants of these cities have dismantled walls, palaces and sanctuaries brick by brick to rebuild new ones. Traces of the past interweave with the forms of today, in an amalgam of memory, in a conglomerate of recollections. The layers of time are so intertwined that it's difficult to distinguish between them. In a blur of sand and dust, ruins mingle with buildings before being devoured by dust and oblivion. Cities are sandcastles that are finally completed when their ultimate inhabitant is silence. Only the stones remain. When the myths are gone, the mysteries blossom, the enigma thickens. Stumbling against ancient ruins doesn't make us fall in time, but rather in the face of our own vanity. Every civilization has its downfall. Tomorrow's ruins are already built, because we live in them.
Erosion is a natural phenomenon. The elements touch, marry and destroy each other in an eternal struggle, the outcome of which is dust. Erosion is an unstable communion of elements. A kind of elective affinity of a perpetually unfinished earth composition. A silent, unchanging force, erosion flattens mountains, dries up oceans and blows the wind out of tornadoes. A sandstorm formed from the backwash of waves attacks the telluric mechanics that upend the Earth. In infinite exhaustion, water, earth and air combine in particle. This battle is so slow that it prevents humanity from observing it, a temporality far removed from our mortal perspective. Indeed, human fire is the last, if not the last, fighter to enter the arena. It scatters the planet with chemical and oxidized constructions in the throes of decay, participating in the erosive alchemy. Intensive cultivation, giving way to urban ruins, and the countless artificial effusions that gorge the planet, pulverize the elements. An inordinate pressure that frantically accentuates the alteration of the planetary structure, reminding us of our fatal human destiny: "Remember that you were born dust and that you will return to dust".