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Around The Corner
Zena Van den Block
35 Rue Souverain Pont
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VMC gargouilles
Thomas Sindicas
31b Rue de la Cathédrale
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Kodomo No Kuni
Mey Semtati
18 Rue de l'Etuve
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The Faces Collection
Anna Safiatou Touré
16 Rue du Palais
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QuickSnap
Camille Poitevin
40 Rue Hors-Château
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P.O.F
Ronan Marret
75 Rue Hors-Château
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Belles récompenses
Mathilde Manka
159 Féronstrée
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Quatre Mains / Zonder Handen
Stephanie Lamoline
107 Féronstrée
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Anatomie du vivant / Life
Sophie Keraudren-Hartenberger
98 Rue de la Cathédrale
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À mon seul désir
Gral
32 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Rain Bow
Guillaume Gouerou
4 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Knock me !
Garage de Recherches Graphiques
85 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Double Bind
Jane Denizeau & Pauline Flajolet
1 Féronstrée
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Pie in the sky
Justine Corrijn
20 Rue de la Sirène
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Parking Cathédrale
Elias Cafmeyer
31a Rue de la Cathédrale
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Dés-Affectations
Elie Bolard
84 Féronstrée
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Kader / Cadre
Doris Boerman
29 Rue de l'Université
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Fatigue
Camille Bleker & Luna Pittau
3 Place des Déportés
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Si tu me vois
Aurélie Belair
56 Rue Saint-Gilles
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Terres battantes
Camille Barbet
100 Rue de la Cathédrale
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The end–promise on packaging
Pharaz Azimi
23 Rue Saint-Michel
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J’ai déclaré ma flamme
Artik
25 Rue Saint Paul
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my belongings
Celine Aernoudt
5 Rue Chéravoie
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Plafond
#11
Camille Bleker & Luna Pittau
Artists selected as part of the open call
26644 Rue Saint-Gilles
We rarely observe and touch this flat surface that overlooks our bodies. It can be adorned with moldings, sometimes made of glass, paneling, or covered with its replica, it is usually coated with plaster and painted a white that remains faithful to the walls. It closes off the room which becomes a shelter and hides the sky from us. A roof is hidden behind it, or perhaps the ground on which rests the bed of a sleeping stranger. As it is difficult to reach, we only approach it to (re)paint it or clean it, tickle it with the cobweb brush or massage it with the paint roller.
When fatigue and doubt invade our trained bodies, it’s time to face it. We adopt a vulnerable position, we lay flat. Our eyes open and close at irregular intervals facing this inverted floor that guards and observes us. It acts as a limit to our thinking vision and sends it back to us brutally: the ceiling is a projection canvas and it is reflected in our eyes, our pupils turn pale.
Above our heads, there is a sheet of zinc around which we turn gradually and repeat our gestures in one direction then in the other. We are gradually altering this material which usually protects and covers roofs. Just like our bodies, sandpaper wears out and becomes more precise. Our determination makes us sweat and the zinc dust dissolved in the water drips onto our hands and onto the floor. The central zone of the sheet where our efforts are concentrated is gradually revealed. Absorbed by this transforming surface that we rub gently, time has disappeared into the ceiling.