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.
Irene de las Estrellas Abello, Mounir Ayache, Thomas Ballouhey, Marion Bocquet-Appel, Celia Boulesteix, Cloe Brochard, Alexia Chevrollier, Javier Carro Temboury, Boris Chouvellon, Alexandre Erre, Pierre Gaignard, Jules Galais, Julia Gault, Jules Goliath, Paul Gounon Juan Gugger, Cesar Akli Kaci, Prosper Legault, Margaux Lelièvre, Vincent Lemaire, Miguel Miceli, Zoé Moineaud, Esteban Neveu Ponce, Celia Nkala, Nelson Pernisco, Manon Pretto, Olivier Sévère, Anna Tomaszewski, Capucine Vever, Romain Vicari, Vincent Voillat, Xolo Cuintle
THE CYCLE OF DISASTERS
"Hystérie de l’éternité" is the first opus of the cycle of disasters. The cycle of disasters is a stream of exhibitions taking place in a world without humans. Each edition presents a panorama of a planet Earth that has been deserted for a long time, a planet on which cataclysms continue to occur. This world, convinced that it will defy our view by imagining us extinct, will continue to experience what we now refer to as "disasters", such as earthquakes, floods or radiation.
The extinction of humanity is more than ever relevant. If the headlines alert us daily to the dangers that await us, no one can guess which scenario will finally become the ultimate one ever written. The cycle of disasters focuses on terrible events which, for once, do not cause any victims. Perhaps we should take this as an opportunity to contemplate the artificial entropies, to meditate on the magic of randomness, to experience the dramaturgy of the sublime.
HYSTÉRIE DE L'ÉTERNITÉ
"The sun itself seems ephemeral to me in this hysteria of eternity." *
E. Cioran
Within the scientific community, the process of demystifying earthquakes is currently in consensus. The earth's shell is divided into several plates, which are themselves subject to an incredible amount of pressure from the earth's entrails. This dozen of tectonic plates are embedded in an impossible puzzle whose pieces are in constant drift, confrontation and opposition. In this theater of eternity, each oscillation of the scenario ends up being played out sooner or later. The plates thus draw a work which will never be finished, a kind of composition of continents in perpetual evolution. A permanent work that endlessly shapes the planet, its mountains and deserts. A succession of a billion human lives would not be enough to enjoy the overall spectacle of this lithic mosaic, because the process is so slow that it is almost impossible to perceive it.
However it sometimes happens that a few seconds release a terrible shock wave. The duel between two plates will have designated no winner, the unbearable pressure stored up is released in a landslide. In a clatter of dust, the inert is suddenly taken by rumbling spasms, a fatal waltz of blurred pixels. Unstable, unpredictable, implacable pulsation, pulsation of a cataclysm which seems never to stop, lost in a time which pretends to dilate. This frenetic force generates an entropic explosion, a constellation whose stars fall randomly, in an amalgam of matter and time. When the Earth shivers, humanity shakes with it. In a flash, the palaces mix with space, the cemeteries carry their remains, hopes waver as if to better rebound. From the clatter of sheet metal and asphalt, a surreal collage of a world that will never be rebuilt again is born. The surface of the globe is riddled with gaping wounds, offering to whoever will see it, a disrupted sedimentation of sentiments.