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Sunday, February 7 2010

For some reasons

For some private reasons, I feel like writing more. Maybe because I want to say something to somebody, but I don't really know to whom. A blog is maybe like a diary, we write it in the expectation to be read by somebody, even though it's totally private and not interesting at all.

Last week, I came to the conclusion that Human is a strange animal. It has its own wills, emotions, dependencies, and fears that are not controllable. I wished I was stronger, not affected by tiny things in my life, not to loose the direction I want to head to. But this is also a reality that i gotta face everyday. Waiting for somebody to let me know more about life, feelings, fears. It takes time though. Fears to be rejected, fears to be not able to realize the dreams, fears to be not good enough, fears to not succeed in the way I want to.

today is Sunday. Paris. The city looks frozen, the silence covers the backstreets, people are slow, a bit content or a bit sad. Parcs and horizons are under a white fragile light of winter. In my studio, the room mates is listening to chinese songs. I wished I could understand some words. We gonna clean here, and I will go to buy canvases tomorrow, I have to make them ready to be shown in March. Ah yeah, and I also have an exhibition to prepare for next Sunday..

Talk to me, I need your voice.

Sunday, November 29 2009

New Horizons

I finished my installation at the French Embassy in Tokyo. I have finally put a finger on what I was looking for. Empty space, white box, stories in it, sharpness, everything. I now know where I am heading to. Paintings, photographies, sculptures, videos, everything can be thought in that direction. New horizons, new works. ouf..

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Sunday, November 8 2009

Bangkok - afterwards..

I've done with my exhibition in Tonson Gallery in Bangkok. The show, in my sense, went really well. But some criticism from artist were about how I stuffed too much the exhibition space. On the other hand, journalists said it looked super empty. This dilemma happens all the time for me. Sometimes, I would like to make just a one piece exhibition, but in some situations, like in Tonson, which is a commercial gallery, I can't show just 1 or 2 pieces, even though it would look better. The gallery space is a show case, where I'm exhibiting products to be sold. The dilemma habits me all the time. Anyway, I'm glad it went well personally. One of the pieces, "Flying rocks" was really humid inside. I really loved the idea. The moist would cover the landscape inside the box. And this would perfectly fit to what i wanted to do before. Half way on Michel Blazy's work and Mariele Neudecker's. A living, breathing and on going piece. Now back to Tokyo, I'm going to explore this. Make maybe a hermetic aquarium space, and make the moisture grow inside the box.

No man's land exhibition is coming now here in Tokyo. I asked for a two separated spaces by a wall, but they gave me only one. The project I submitted wouldn't fit then. I gotta think about something else, or adapt something for the occasion.. I'm going to meet Agathe (de Baillencourt) this afternoon and talk with her. It's always relieving to talk with an OB artist. let's brain storm...

Wednesday, September 30 2009

looking for a title.... new video..

Looking for a title....

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Monday, September 28 2009

Naming things

En fait, tu n'as jamais voulu faire le chemin de retour avec moi ce jours la. L'avion etait bien leger. Naming things

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Sunday, September 27 2009

Minimissing

Missing kids . Missing identities . Missing messages . Missing lights . Missing you . Missing ideas . Missing references . Missing breath . Missing missing . Missing . . . ?

Tuesday, September 15 2009

La. Pas la

The wonders is blasting me away. Again. I'm facing advices from everywhere to keep showing my photo series "A Sunday Afternoon". I made this series in 2005, did several variations, made new things, questioned new concerns, made new visions, but at the end, it is "A Sunday Afternoon" that everybody wants to show. Why? Is this because other pieces don't deserve attention? Is this because it's the best piece I've ever done? Is this because people can't really face new things in their life? It sounds like a music band, who launches a new album that differs a bit from the earlier one, and fans cry and shout : "scandal! it's not like what we knew from them. They were better before". But if there is an other new one launched out, then the earlier one becomes the best one. People around me keep saying : "you gotta show 'A Sunday Afternoon' until people really remember your series and style. Make always the same thing. That's the only way you'll stay in people's mind". Okay. Then I did my masterpiece of my entire life. I can stop making new things, right? I can have an other job, and when I need to show something, just show what I've done in 2005, even 15 years later. Is that how it works? When do we really know we are strong and famous enough to make things that we really want to, and that people accept as a part of your production? Yes, I can show the same piece, Yes, it's almost the same price. Yes, I've shown this series more than 20 times before. Yes, yes, yes, I'm an artist, and make new things that I feel from things that surround me. FUCK.

No, I don't have style. No, I'm not concerned about one things, but several things. Yes I wanna fill up the exhibition space with all the shits I have in my mind, without selecting it, No I am not "a photographer", "a painter", "a video maker", "a performer", "a philosopher", "a visionnaire", leave me alone, don't lay on me your wishes, your "If I was you". Yes I cry every single time I have to exhibit, even though it sounds stupid. Yes I wanna mess up your mind, your fear, your beliefs and wonders. Coz I'm always fighting against my own. And making things is pulling down my wish to stay alive. Yes, the music is playing a faster melody that I wonder if I can really dance on. Yes I hate Art, artists, viewers, gallerists, collectors, curators, art magazines, art blogs, and myself. Yes I really wished i could do something else in my life.

Yes, I'm making my next exhibition. Miso in the bowl, spit on 'A Sunday Afternoon'

Wednesday, September 2 2009

Where the wall dies

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Exhibition in Bkk

Shit. the next show will be the biggest one in my life. the space is realllllly big, beautiful, i wanna make the perfection this show. it's a big deal for me. i'm impressed. Lately, i dream about it, i only talk about it, it gives me stomach cramps, insomnia or deep-somnia (??). weird. FIGHT!

Monday, August 10 2009

Ce que nous regardons, ce qui nous regarde

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The last view of an undended field 2

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The last view of an undended field

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Sunday, August 2 2009

Heterotopias by Foucault

Is the Heterotopias of crisis, told by Foucault in 1966 concerns also Museums, Galleries, and moreover, the Artists' studio space? Artists who are considered having an other system compared to the normal society, sounds, if we follow the logic of Foucault, coming from Heterotopias of crisis.

" Its first principle is that there is probably not a single culture in the world that fails to constitute heterotopias. That is a constant of every human group. But the heterotopias obviously take quite varied forms, and perhaps no one absolutely universal form of heterotopia would be found. We can however class them in two main categories.

In the so-called primitive societies, there is a certain form of heterotopia that I would call crisis heterotopias, i.e., there are privileged or sacred or forbidden places, reserved for individuals who are, in relation to society and to the human environment in which they live, in a state of crisis: adolescents, menstruating women, pregnant women. the elderly, etc. In out society, these crisis heterotopias are persistently disappearing, though a few remnants can still be found. For example, the boarding school, in its nineteenth-century form, or military service for young men, have certainly played such a role, as the first manifestations of sexual virility were in fact supposed to take place "elsewhere" than at home. For girls, there was, until the middle of the twentieth century, a tradition called the "honeymoon trip" which was an ancestral theme. The young woman's deflowering could take place "nowhere" and, at the moment of its occurrence the train or honeymoon hotel was indeed the place of this nowhere, this heterotopia without geographical markers.

But these heterotopias of crisis are disappearing today and are being replaced, I believe, by what we might call heterotopias of deviation: those in which individuals whose behavior is deviant in relation to the required mean or norm are placed. Cases of this are rest homes and psychiatric hospitals, and of course prisons, and one should perhaps add retirement homes that are, as it were, on the borderline between the heterotopia of crisis and the heterotopia of deviation since, after all, old age is a crisis, but is also a deviation since in our society where leisure is the rule, idleness is a sort of deviation."

Monday, June 22 2009

Abandonned Amusement Park

Here in Berlin, around Ostkreuz, there is an abandonned amusement park. SO, i got in today illegaly. After 1 hours shooting there, i got caught by a young guy, who was a kinda guide or something. he said that normally, if the security found me, then they would let their fighting dog bite me, and after that, send me to the police. ok, he wanted to say that i was lucky to be caught by him. although he said, I had to erase all the pictures i got from the park, and only after that, 7.jpghe let me go. But once at home, using Unix, i could recover pictures he forced me to erase...... those pictures end up my project i told several comments before... ok, let's be generous, here is one of the picture! actually the best shot i got this time in Europe..!!

Thursday, June 18 2009

if i don't, i will regret it...

Tranche la main que tu ne peux baiser...... I'm finding something that i was looking for, here in Berlin. Feelings, sensations, words are back in my mind and soul. Images, smells, fear and love, the thing I live for, all those stuffs that I never really could put words on it.

You

i never did make a new page..

I started a new series of photos. Something that will never be shown. I'm kinda proud of it, coz i know, it will make people curious about... Does it exist for real? maybe, maybe not.... Feeling so good to be on this project ....!!

I Love You

Afrikaans Ek is lief vir jou Ek het jou lief Albanian Te dua Amharic Afekrishalehou Arabic Ana Behibak (to a male) Ana Behibek (to a female) Armenian kezi chat ge sirem (in western Armenian) yes kez sirum em (in eastern armenian) aruba bonaire and curacao mi stimabo Basc Nere Maitea Basque (Country in Spain and France) Maite zaitut. Asko maite zaitut. (I love you a lot) Bavarian I mog di narrisch gern Bengali Ami tomAy bhAlobAshi Berber Lakh tirikh Bicol Namumutan ta ka Bosnian volim te (most common) (Volim Te Ba) ja te volim (less common) Bulgarian Obicham te Cambodian : kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah Bon sro lanh oon Cantonese Ngo oi ney Catalan T'estim (mallorcan) T'estime (valencian) T'estimo (catalonian) T'estim molt (I love you a lot) Chamorro Hu Guiya Hao Chanchal main (i like you) main Tere bina main ji nahi pauga (i love you) mail tere bina kaha jauga Chinese Wo ie ni (Manderin, Cantonese) Croatian Volim te (most common), or Ja te volim (less common) Czech miluji te Danish Jeg elsker dig Dhivehi (Maldivian Language) Aharen Kalaa Dhekeh Loabivey Dutch Ik hou van jou Estonian Mina armastan sind Esperanto Mi amas vin Persian (Farsi) Tora dust midaram Flemish ik zie je graag Finnish Mina" rakastan sinua French Je t'aime Friesian Ik bin fereale op dy Ik ha^ld fan dy (Most commonly used phrase) (the ^ is above the a) Gaelic Ta gra agam ort Galician Ámote German ich leba dich Ich liebe Dich I mog Di ganz arg! (Suebian: South German dialekt.) Greek S' ayapo Hausa Ina sonki Hebrew aNEE oHEIVET oTKHA (female to male) aNEE oHEIV otAKH (male to female)

female to male "ani ohevet otcha". male to female "ani ohev otach". Hindi Main tumse pyar karta hun (Male will say to Female) Main tumse pyar karti hun (Female will say to Male) Hokkien Wa ai lu Hopi Nu' umi unangwa'ta Hmong "Kuv Hlub Koj" Pronounced "Goo (rising tone) Hloo (high tone) Gah (falling tone" Hungarian Szeretlek te'ged Icelandic ?g elska ßig Indian languages: Gujarati (a dialect of India) "Tane Prem Karoo Choo" Kannada Nanu nimmege preti maditi idini Naanu Ninna Preethisuve (Naanu Ninanu Pritisutene) Malayalam-1 Malayalam-2 Malayalam-3 Malayalam (Kerala) ngyaan ninne premikkunnu (Enjan Ninnei Premikunnu) "Njan ninne pranikunnu" or "njan ninne premikkinu" "enikku ninne ishttamanu" (enneke nine ishtam) NJAN NINNE SNEHIKKUNNU (Njan ninne premikkunnu) nnan ninney snehikkunnu enikku ninne ishtamanu Manipuri aina nangbu nunshi Oriya Mu tumaku bhala paye Sindhi ... Telugu 1. "Nenu ninnu premisthunnaanu" (It represents the opposite person in SINGULAR). 2. "Nenu mimmalni Premisthunnaanu" (It represents the opposite person in PLURAL). naanu ninnu premishthaanu (Nenu Ninnu Premisttu nanu) nenu ninnu premisthunnanu Marathi Mala tujhashi prem aahe. Maza Tuzyavar Prem Ahe Majha tujhyavar prem aahe Indonesian Saya cinta padamu Saya Cinta Kamu Aku tjinta padamu saya mengasihi saudari (formal expression from male to female) saya mengasihi saudara (formal expression from female to male)

 Malay/Indonesian 	Saya cintakan awak(awak=kamu=you)

Aku sayang engkau (engkau=kamu=you)

 Malay 	Saya cintamu

Saya sayangmu Niasan (one of tribes in Indonesia) omasido khou Javanese language (a tribe in Indonesia) kulo tresno panjenengan (high languange) aku tresno karo kowe (low languange) (Aku tresna kowe!) in Java Indonesia: aku cinta kamu Italian Ti amo Irish taim i' ngra leat Japanese Kimi o ai shiteru Kashmiri meh chi chain maai Kazakh Men seny jaksy kuremyn Kiswahili Nakupenda Konkani Hanv tukka preeti karta Korean Tangsinul sarang ha yo Kurdish Ez te hezdikhem

    Hawrami 	Washem Grakani

Lahu Nga naw hta ha ja. Karen Ya Eh Na Arr Gyi Law. Latin Te amo Vos amo Lao Khoi huk chau Latvian Es Tev milu Lingala Nalingi yo Lithuanian að myliu tave Luganda (from Uganda) nkwagala Luo Aheri Macedonian Te sakam. Madrid lingo Me molas, tronca Mahalu zobb foxx il liba ommok ??? Maltese Inhobbok! Mandarin Wo ai ni Mapudungun (a language spoken in central Chile and west central Argentina by the Mapuche) Inchepoyeneimi Mohawk Konoronhkwa Myanmar (Burma) Nga nint ko chit dae Nga nint go chit tel. Navajo Ayor anosh'ni Ndebele Ngiyakuthanda Nepali Ma timlai maya/prem garchu Norwegian Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal) Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk) Pashto (National Language of Afghanistan) Za Tasara Meena Kawam Za tha sara meena laram (Za la ta sara meena kawom) Persian Tora dost daram Pilipino Mahal Kita Iniibig Kita Polish Ja Cie Kocham or Kocham Cie (Pronounced Yacha kocham) Portuguese Eu amo-te Punjabi Main tenu pyar karda haan Meno Tere Na Pyar Wa Menu Twadey Naal Pyar Hai Romanian Te iu besc Russian Ya lyublyu tebya Ya vas lyublyu Scot Gaelic Tha gra\dh agam ort Serbian Volim te (most common), or Ja te volim" (less common) Shona Ndinokuda Sinhalese Mama Oyata Aadarei Sioux Techihhila Slovak lubim ta Slovene Ljubim te Somalia Languages Waan kujeclahay Spanish te quiero Te amo Swahili Nakupenda Swedish Jag a"lskar dig Swiss-German Ch'ha di ga"rn Tagalog Mahal kita Taiwanese Gwa ai lee Tamil Naan Unnai Kadhalikiren Thai Phom Rak Khun Ch'an Rak Khun Tibetan Nga Chola Gagai Yo. Nga Chola Tsewa Yo Tunisian NMOUT ALIK Ha eh bak (ÃÍÈß - spelled AHEBAK) Turkish Seni seviyorum! Urdu (Pakistan) MUJHAY TUM SAY MOHABBAT HAY or Main tum say pyar karta hoon. Vietnamese Anh ye^u em (man to woman) Em ye^u anh (woman to man) Toi yeu em Vlaams Ik heb je lief Welsh 'Rwy'n dy garu di. Yr wyf i yn dy garu di (chwi) Rwy'n caru ti xhosa ndiyakuthanda Yiddish Ikh hob dikh lib Yoruba Mo ni ife re Zazi Ezhele hezdege (sp?) Zuni Tom ho' ichema

Wednesday, May 20 2009

Exhibition / Money

I'm on way for a meeting for an exhibition. But nobody wants to afford the cost of anything. How artists are supposed to be paid? this is the question that each young artist is facing in his everyday creative life. How to not quit? How to be considered as not a shit? Most of the people thing that because Art is not what a Society need in its strict terms, that it should be made for free, without money. Then, the easiest way is i guess, to recycle things thrown away from our everyday life. But there is a big trap in my sense, to fall in a garbage art, squat-punkish things. I don't judge that kind of Art, it just doesn't suits to my way of creating. In the meeting, will be invited 13 brands from all over the world, such cool hip brands. I really wish i can get some financial help from them. Pray for me... even i know nobody really reads this blog.........

Tuesday, May 19 2009

Design/Starck/

“Vous me demandez à quel moment j’ai eu le pressentiment que le design allait être mon médium, eh bien jamais… Il faut être très très con pour choisir le design comme médium, parce que c’est vraiment pas intéressant, c’est pas du tout prioritaire, c’est à peine utile, et puis c’est terriblement muet, lent, lourd, terriblement entre deux chaises, c’est-à-dire toujours entre l’art et l’industrie. Non vraiment, y a pas plus pourri que le design comme médium.”

sorry for french guys....

Thursday, May 14 2009

Martin Creed and I. Whatever we want, we will be kinda loosers..?!

" “I am scared of dogs, but I like being scared”

Words

I try to try many things. I don‘t believe enough in one thing to do just one thing. I can’t. I’ve had enough.

My world is a soup of thoughts, feelings and things quite indistinguishable one from the other. Words are somewhere half-dissolved in the soup. Words are things. Words are shapes, sounds, noises. Words are like other things. Words are materials. Words, like most things, are a demand for attention. I think I used words first in my work to try to describe things, to write instruction or scripts, to allow things to be made without me, by other people.

Words are never ironic. Words are, like money is, neutral. Meaning is made by people.

Words are things to look at. Words are no more or less than other things which fill up space and time. I try not to worry, and put words one after another in a line which stops.

The only thing I feel like I know is that I want to make things. Other than that, I feel like I don’t know. So the problem is in trying to make something without knowing what I want. ... I think it’s all to do with wanting to communicate. I mean, I think I want to make things because I want to communicate with people, because I want to be loved, because I want to express myself.

To me it’s emotional. Aye. To me that’s the starting point. I mean, I do it because I want to make something. I think that’s a desire, you know, or a need. I think that I recognise that I want to make something, and so I try to make something. But then you get to thinking about it and that’s where the problems start because you can’t help thinking about it, wondering whether it’s good or bad. But to me it’s emotional more than anything else."

interview of Martin Creed that I agreed with. He's saying loudly what artists say without saying.... something like that from : http://www.lonetour.co.uk/156/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=35&Itemid=54

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