April 30, 2015
December 31, 2014
We call “Singularity” the center of a black hole, a highly compressed incommensurable heap of matter, the size of an atomic nucleus, that marks the limit beyond which physics no longer apply.
With this piece, I wanted to speak about how we relate to the cosmos, his excessiveness, his violence, the illusion of it's immobility…
It generated me and I imagined it. Am I it? Is it me?
Don’t we all carry our own singularity?
“The universe resonates the cry of joy that I am"
Scriabin
April 30, 2014
A chinese word, Máodùn (literally “Lance Shield”) means “Contradiction”, “Paradox”.
It comes from the philosopher “Han Fei Zi” who told the story of a renowned weapon seller, showing to the king two of his products: a lance capable of piercing any defense and a shield resisting to any weapon.
Fascinated by paradoxes, I decided to make it the purpose of my piece. What happens when the lance able to pierce any defense strikes the shield resisting to any weapon?
Máodùn tries to explain the unexplainable and collides with the frightful chaos engendered by the confrontation of two opposed truths.
Through this duality, one finally meets the essence of dialectics: Position, Opposition, Composition.
It seemed obvious to work with the “Paradoxal Sounds” of Jean-Claude Risset, a little bit revisited.