Image © Baptiste Coulon
“There is a heap, piles of twisted and airy forms. Is this metal? The texture would make you think so. Is it alive? The shape of these forms evokes vegetable peels, but it is clay that has been peeled. Mineral peels: vegetated, artificialized, virtualized earthy forms to become. Its metallic hues are the metamorphosis of carbon under extreme heat. Burning peels and burnt earth. If one hides a peel in his pocket, the pile changes shape. But it’s still a heap. How many peels does it take for the individualized texture to make way for a collective amalgam? Which army has peeled?
How many soldier’s chores? How many potatoes to feed which wars? How do the twisted forms organize themselves, how do they collapse, how do they break their wings? The overall shape is produced by the configuration of every chip of clay, at each infinitesimaly changing given moment. Each of them is responsible for the shape of the knoll but at the same time, each is a contingent presence that works for the all without requiring it. Here lies a friable form made of peels - peels of egos facing the society ? The space that hosts this configuration, encompasses the heap and fills the least spaces to create connections remains. Perhaps do we witness here a society of earthly and burned (of love?) beings, all related, all different, often suffering in cramped space, none indispensable, and yet each irreplaceable. We are fleeting earthlings in heaps ; chips bathed in space.
Gods, are you peeling Earth?” Damien Delorme