Infiltration
Ficto-criticism and An infiltration in the gallery outside regular hours
in response to the exhibition An Invitation to An Infiltration, curated by Jennifer Papararo, published by Contemporary Art Gallery, Vancouver, 2010, 275 words.
It is not the first time I insinuate myself during off hours
Artists competing in space
To make themselves heard and seen
Arena gallery
Self-erased or bold, sometimes clumsy strategies
The first thing made me very happy
Concrete poetry on cork board, not quite
More like poetry in time
Board members lost in conjectures
Imbroglio, discussions over an issue
that has the answer within the question
Kafkaesque concerns
reminded about the poetics of gesture
getting lost in technicalities
The paper performance occupies my imagination
successfully
Another happy thing
I’ve never heard about a four legged piano either
I keep falling, following
Intertextuality is always fun
even in mid-afternoon
Mise en abÎmes
Fiction within fiction within
Stealing a piano at the Louvre
Infiltration is always flirting with subterfuge
Counterfeiting, forging, pilfering, embezzling
Pervade, edge in, filter through, foist, sneak in
We can’t escape language, can we?
Foucault’s dispositif
I know, Foucault is not so fashionable
It’s ok, I am also a spectateur émancipé
Battlegrounds, platforms, gymnasium
Rules turned against the genitors
all that
Someone really understood the exercise
Artists are flag planters
Survival pushed to an extreme
becomes Cannibalism
and watered down, the Olympics
Athletes wanting to erase other people’s title
Entitlements
Pole vault out of scale
Imagination of an athlete crashing into the wall
or better, simply passing through, the ceiling
Think outside the frame they say
Again, occupying my mental space
in heights and in lengths
elegantly
A strategist, a coach and a cold war specialist
We are all perched over some field
Coke or Pepsi
There is something in the fridge
about the decline of Fin de siècle
The switch matches the logo