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An immaculate white miror reflects our identity through the manual use of a track ball or a touch zone, thus appearing in this white field migrating, pulsating and disappearing expressions:
" You, He, I contaminate you, Hold me, Kill me, I hope, I fuck you "
Communication is hence created :
Which alterity is perceived ?
Which identity is perceived ?
Which gender is perceived ?
This cathodical miror sends through our interventions our textual reflects. The interventions of the author are responsible for erracing our ego and alterity by an identity dissolution.
Through our actions, one constructs on the screen, semantical, cathodical and cahotical collages. A screen image is fabricated on real time, creating new and personnal compositions for each user. Expressions are overlapped, disturbing one's cognitive faculty. The semiology of what is formed before one's eyes is simultaneously destroyed during its own genesis. We are used to identifying ourselves through pre-textual
systems as a form of classification, this fronting the void and the complete of an abyss becomes fugitive:
Facing this miror, which identity is perceived ?
- Yours, mine, ours of one of the global human collectivity ?
In appearance this formally fragmented and recomposed in a new globality which errases gender particularity, a new identity of a novel order yet always present is born.
This new identity is formed in the interstitials spaces of different alterities and the self-definition becomes evermore fluctuating.
This self-defining identity is about you, me, us and them, therefore become an intimate affair.
It is no longer a matter of thinking or being rather of seeing, perceiveng and being : I see therefore I am, I feel therefore I am, this constitutes in fact an entrance to a form of subjectivity, yet our egos are at this particular moment so relative and fugitive that the objectivity is no longer an issue.
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French version
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Autoportrait
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Identities
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Home
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Table d'orientation / Turning to somewhere
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