Week 126 – December 6 to December 13
Anne Dubos
Catherine Radosa
Photography made during the long-term film project Campagne de Paris, paysage triangulaire (2017-2022) on the Triangle of Gonesse (Paris region) – agricultural land in the process of artificialization.
Aurelia Mihai
The motto of the University of Padua from its foundation in 1222 until today is Universa Universis Patavina Libertas: The freedom of the University of Padua, everywhere and for all. After 800 years, this humanist idea is more topical and programmatic than ever.
Dettie Flynn
temporary measures for energy saving
des mesures temporaires pour des économies d’énergie
Liveful performance with camera – 2mins. 22 sec.
Kyoko Kasuya
This film is a sequel to “Listen to the voices of the Sea” (2019) the first work in art video, based on a diary of a Japanese kamikaze pilot, Hachiro Sasaki. Kamikaze means wind of God in Japanese. For the realization of the second project, I transcribed a part of the diary of another young pilot from southern Japan, Norimitsu Takushima. By putting in his place a fictional French character, Noé Teissier, this translation sits in a broader contemporary context. The film ultimately reflects relationships to life, to death, to love speaking towards the universal sentiment of any soldier.
Manuela Morgaine
From Rûmî, the Persian poet, these words say that the face of Iranian women is frozen as long as it is surrounded by a veil that keeps them so far from their desire.
Anne Brunswic
Tondus
Le soleil encore bas sur l’horizon éclaire la cour d’une lumière oblique. Le camion garé en marche arrière devant le hangar abaisse le plan incliné de la remorque mais le troupeau reste figé car les bêtes les plus proches des portes, après avoir raclé le sol métallique d’un bout de sabot, refusent de descendre. Le vent transporte l’odeur puissante de leurs toisons, un concentré de paille, de suit et de crottin. Tandis que chauffeur du camion se hisse dans la remorque pour hâter l’évacuation, deux aides endiguent le flot des bêtes dans la descente et les poussent dans le couloir bordé de barrières métalliques qui s’enfonce sous le hangar. Dès qu’ils sentent la tôle au-dessus de leurs têtes, ils tentent de rebrousser chemin en lançant de furieux coups de sabots qui résonnent sur le métal. Ensuite, ils disparaissent dans un labyrinthe obscur où sont déjà parquées des centaines de bêtes qui bêlent sur tous les tons.