Out of a drawer, on one side are “Polaroid” prints of personal images as improbable as they are intimate in their expression, on the other side a collection of used and decrepit shooting targets in more ways than one.
There you have all these testimonies inviting themselves in a kind of planetary dance of circumstance. The wisest thing is to let the creator and director of this set, with his famous poetic pen, Jean Marie Gleize, explain his path.
“There is the question of images.
The cult of images, the “wonderful images”, the beautiful pages in the beautiful books, the stanzas. Hypnosis.
And then there are the video walls, the continuous flow of images, the saturated full screen. In response to what, very early on, I opposed writing, poetry after poetry, poetry without images. Hard and straight, or flat, or neutral. I know it “doesn’t exist”, but the images insist, penetrating, haunting, dominant. And noisy.