Souffle 2016

Les personnes, l’espace, le temps, la matière et la technologie

Mon corps est féminin, il m’appartient.
Il voyage de loin, traverse des chemins quelquefois amusants, occasionnellement violents.
Souvent, des comportements déroutants font que mon corps peine à trouver sa place en société.
Son cerveau n'est jamais en pause, rarement en repos, ni en paix.
C’est le reflet de la vie, le désir de vivre, la création et la liberté.
Mon corps pense, réfléchit, transfère des informations d’un point à un autre.
Elles peuvent être déformées et mélangées avec des signaux perturbateurs.
Saturées et laissées derrière elles, immanquablement des déperditions d’information surviennent.

Actualités

Nature, dénature

Exposition collective
du 9 au 24 juin 2017
du lundi au samedi de 14h à 20 h
dimanche de 11h à 18 h

Elles sont là

Brigitte DERBIGNY Sunmi KIM Bistra LECHEVALIER
Nadine Boisseau Florence Desseigne Saraswati Gramich Mitsouko Mori Malvina Silberman
février 2017

Cadavre Absolument Exquis

ou Une autre histoire de la vie
8 oct > 8 nov 2016
Studio A • 7 rue Paul Bert à Courbevoie

La Petite Collection

La galerie White Project accueille les cartes de la Petite Collection
les jeudi 26 et vendredi 27 mai
24 rue saint claude 75003 Paris, de 15h à 21h

Texte

Irina Aristarkhova

I have good news for you: we still deliver miracles,1 after all… After the comfortable, transparent and always-already anti-Western, antimen or generally oppositional rhetoric that has over-determined our practices and discourses; After unrestrained quotations that mimic without subversion or local appropriation fashionable Anglo-American and French poststructuralist and postcolonial figures; After being consumed by antipathy towards anything not ‘ours,’ that is negated or embraced in accordance with the logic of sameness; After being taught how to compete with each other under a “phallic” sun without respect for female genealogy, continually denying feminist history and the radical creativity of our fellow-women; After being left without feminist education, theory, ethics and aesthetics as part of our curriculum, and still not teaching it when we have an opportunity; After “cutting off the tree branch on which we sit” by reproducing jealousy, ignorance and disrespect towards other women’s achievements; After having no positive articulations of/for the word “woman” and for women in our lives; After having no mediators for professional long-term and short-term relationships that would still leave a space between us to breathe and to create in all our radical otherness among ourselves; After all that has stood between you and me. As you may have noticed by the preceding statements, I am by no means unaware of the obstacles that surround us and surely cannot be blamed for being “too optimistic” about doing feminism in, so-called, “non-Western con - texts.” It is exactly this measured caution that leads me to consider the enactment of any complex and fruitful professional relationships between us as an engendering of miracles, where we co-evolve a new language, new art and new writing, that many other women can partake of (and happily, they do—sometimes acknowledging us, sometimes not). Here I would like to share with you two of my constructive and happy engagements with women artists in Singapore, presented in the collaborative form in which they developed.2