This performance was done with Shingo Yoshida; it took place in 2004, when we were in our fifth year, for a “test gallery” in the SCAN room of the Villa Arson. It wasn’t on the program; the performance site was concealed behind the partitions of the exhibit in a sort of corridor that reinforced the oppressive aspect…Christophe Boursault
I was reading my poem je me réjouis vie cachet cacochyme on a sort of makeshift raft made of elements from my studio, separated from the audience and from “my partner” by a safety barrier. Shingo Yoshida answered my words with by violently hitting the barrier with a stick. He had rigged it with a sensor to respond proportionally to his blows with sounds of ambulance sirens. The communication was under way…Christophe Boursault
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