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I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea, a complex idea, I think. An abstraction that is both tangled and agitated. Things linked with events, phenomena that are intertwined with each other, all together, in solidarity. Objects and subjects, humans and non-humans, multitudes that exceed the sum of composite and hybrid elements. A hallucinated multiplication of things and beings that arrange themselves in thousands. I tried to make this idea plastic. I don't think I've been able to identify it very well, its substance if I may say so. The few elements that give it its consistency, those little bits of language that would express its essence. There are superpositions, folds, invaginations, multiple interlocking, tangles - agency - and at the same time: movement. A hazardous dynamic of scattered and heterogeneous entities. I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea. If this idea were an image, it would be the line that unites two spaced letters. The inter-space that materializes the void between two solid objects. A thread that would connect things, beings, subjects and phenomena, all together. A ball of yarn that would inextricably knot all these composites, all these hybrids. A void, however. Nevertheless, this void, in negative, forms a fullness, and, conversely, what surrounds this void, erases.
I don't know how to erase things. I simply succeed in matching them with each other, in modifying their identity, their materiality. Fragment them and create other different units. Small cuts, large caesures, heavy compressions, countless cassures, not possible stretches. A set of techniques that alters the material of what I have chosen to throw my anger at. I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea. The plasticity of this void which also turns out to be a fullness. If only I could succeed in erasing the phenomena, events, stories, things, beings, objects and subjects that levitate around this void, this fullness. And since I don't erase them, then I resolve to entangle them indescribably. I try to pierce this resistant material, to disintegrate it completely, to crumble it to the very end until I can no longer even differentiate it properly. I enjoy superimposing entities, proposing original layouts, integrating human beings into them. Everything is mixed, intertwined, knotted, confused. I have the impression that a struggle, from human to non-human, is taking place. There is a certain animality in all these gestures, obviously. There is even mineral, vegetable, fungal, virtual, chemically proven. All beings, objects, facts, subjects, phenomena, events, things, all this firmly together, and then I break, I undo, recompose, re-dispose, intertwine, continuously. I also try to invent curves of all this, straight lines, concave and convex, solid and empty, volumes and surfaces, masses and hollows. I go from an elementary geometry to a wild crack, from a monochrome to a delicate shades. Contrasting materials, colours, textures, weights, all reshuffled each time, recomposed to the rhythm of the battle that is taking place. I tried to render an idea plastic. An idea that still escapes me. This void that turns out to be a fullness. This void without which, I know, all these existing fullness would not be. And I admit I have been vanquished, removing from the game by an unknown force. A void that succeeds in making things overlap with each other, in making them intertwine with each other. An infinite arrangement of beings and events, an endless interweaving of objects and phenomena, a dynamic entanglement of subjects and things, of realities and fictions, of virtual and imaginary, of experience and potential. This void that is a fullness, this hyphen that creates inextricable relationships, that binds, folds and invaginates the elements on themselves, in themselves, with themselves. I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea.

Part i: an end.
Part ii: a beginning.

This void that is a fullness. At every moment, I experience this reality which has no visible material substance. More precisely, we experience in common this hyphen that binds the living together. A knot arranging events and phenomena, both subjects and objects of law, the human and the non-human, beings and things. A thread invisible to the eye through which the construction of the scattered entities, these hybrid amalgams, takes place. I think I can say differently: a "with". This "with" which unites phenomena and beings, facts and representations, the subject as well as the object of life. There is "this" and there is "that", that is, there is "this" with "that". And there is yet another "this" leading to another "that", another "this" with another "that". A thing with a subject, an object with an event, with a phenomenon, with the imaginary, with multiple imaginaries, with multiple things, with multiple fictions and realities, with countless beliefs that mate with countless other beliefs. This emptiness that constitutes a fullness, this "with" of which I have only been able to say the experience I have of it, this intimate knowledge without which all knowledge could not happen, this "with" without which there can be no experience at all. No life experience then? Not life at all? A substantial void therefore. I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea. To concretise what allowed things to be built in with each other. Events and phenomena, arrangement and interweaving of innumerable realities, fictions and beliefs; imaginary worlds entwined with subjects and objects; an inextricably bounded hybrid whole. An unseparable whole. This "with", this emptiness, that is to say, this fullness. The essence without which the world would not be composed. This dynamic principle of agency, interweaving, embedding, coupling of entities with each other. A force then? An attraction?

I wanted to test the plasticity of an idea - 2018