Sculpture
These are figurines, extras, statuettes, puppets, or characters—contemporary actors or ancestors, people, funny people, because they express the emotions that flow through a body when it's about to walk or run or dash forward, when it's straining towards something, or when it has just stopped, settled down there, regal in its relaxation, or when it's surprised to have arrived or content with its rest, or filled with attentiveness when it's leaning over, or when the body is balanced or risks falling, or greets someone, or draws attention to itself. If one wished to imitate one of the postures of these little fictional creatures, it would suffice to remember, for example, what one feels deeply after a two-hour walk, or the joy of running like a hare, or one or another of the emotions that pass through us while we bend down to look, pick, or gather. One would just have to feel everything. The subtlety and complexity of the emotions that accompany every movement of our bodies in our lives. We can no longer truly know who feels and is moved, my body or me? Let's say at least both of us. Text of Corinne Aguzou
