{"id":1988,"date":"2017-11-21T22:21:03","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T22:21:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.annasolal.com\/index\/?page_id=1988"},"modified":"2019-11-06T16:39:38","modified_gmt":"2019-11-06T16:39:38","slug":"la-convalescence","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.annasolal.com\/index\/?page_id=1988","title":{"rendered":"La Convalescence"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Convalescence-web1\"<\/a>
\n INFUSION CAMOMILLE – <\/em>2017\/2018 – Combs, children shoes, massage stick, metal rod, carpet, tulle, steering wheel protection, plastic supermarket box grid, plexiglass, colored pencil on paper, 94 x 46 x 8<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Convalescence-web2\"<\/a> AFTERNOON CLOUDS<\/em>, 2017\/2018 – Broken smartphone screens, bike chains, ropes, tulle, metal thread, colored pencil on paper, plexiglass, plastic supermarket box grid – 64 x 50 x 1 cm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Convalescence-web3\"INFUSION SAUGE<\/em>, 2017\/2018- Kitchen tool, bike chains, car carpet, ropes, metal rods, belt parts, tulle, steering wheel protection, plastic supermarket box grid, plexiglass, colored pencil on paper, metal thread 86 x 48 x 4,5 cm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"convalescence-web4\"BLACK TEA WITH MILK<\/em>, 2017\/2018 – Shoe parts, hair clips, stickers, metal rod, tulle, steering wheel protection, plastic supermarket box grid, plexiglass, colored pencil on paper, garlic press, broken smart phone screen, ropes, metal thread 92 x 47 x 6 cm<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nTHE SALAD,<\/strong><\/em> 2017\/2018 -Tie, Glass, Rope, colored pencil on paper, metal thread, wood, plastic supermarket box grid – 63 x 50,5 x 4 cm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Convalescence-web6\"
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\n<\/a>\"Convalescence-web7\"BLOC-NOTES<\/em>, 2017\/2018 – Plastic parts, hair clips, car carpet, metal parts, ropes, broken smart phone screens, bike chains, plastic parts, carpet, plastic supermarket box grid, tie, belt, tulle, combs, metal rods, cloth, metal thread – 75 x 64 x 4 cm
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\"Convalescence-web9\"<\/p>\n

\"Convalescence-web10\"<\/a>
\n<\/a>Upstair – Installation global view<\/strong>
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\"Convalescence-web13\"<\/a> THE CLOCK<\/em>,<\/em> 2017\/2018 – Metal Stand, tulle, mirror, metal rods, combs, keyboard parts, ropes, remote buttons, broken smartphone screens, broken iPad screens, chess pieces, metal thread, metal parts, thread 89 x 186,5 x 25 cm
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\"NG-2018-Anna-Solal-017\"<\/a>NIGHT CLOUDS<\/em>, 2017\/2018 -Colored pencil on paper, tulle, bike chains, broken smart phone screens, plastic supermarket box grid, metal thread, plexiglass, ropes, keyboard parts, magnets – 60 x 47 x 1,5 cm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"NG-2018-Anna-Solal-018\"
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\n\"NG-2018-Anna-Solal-019\"<\/a>CUP WITH STAINS,<\/em> 2017\/2018 – Broken smart phone screens, shoe parts, razor, massage stick, plastic, ropes, metal thread, tulle, bike chains, metal parts – Installation, Dimensions variable – Elements: Cup: 28 x 36 x 45 cm; Birds, 36 x 35 x 3 cm; 37,5 x 37,5 x 3 cm; 36 x 24 x 4,5 cm; 70 x 45 x 4,5<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"NG-2018-Anna-Solal-020\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"NG-2018-Anna-Solal-021\"
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La Convalescence<\/p>\n

The exhibition is on view till March 3rd, 2018
\nNew galerie, Paris
\n(Version fran\u00e7aise ci-dessous)<\/p>\n

The child is bedridden, strapped down from one end to the other with hawthorn ties. His bones are so fragile and his hands so diaphanous that one fears an unknown disease. Jammed into his sheets, he struggles to see the chickadees burrowing into the snow. The window made of PVC, then the clouds and sky merge into a mirage. His sight clouded over by the steam from a cup, the world seems unattainable. In the distance, horns set the cadence of the exits off the freeways where the blacktop is cracked, brutally embraced by jackhammers. The broken tea cup on the tiled floor responds to the jolt of the stroke of the clock. How the minutes seem long and the horizon seems vague!<\/span><\/p>\n

Drop after drop, time is stretched thin.<\/p>\n

On a ceiling with the asbestos removed, the child with glass bones thinks he sees Lidwina of Schiedam, a Catholic mystic and the patron saint of ice skaters. Isn\u2019t she the one who, pierced by the bars of a metal gate, could not be cauterized? Her raging wounds could hardly tolerate being patched up. At mealtime, on a cellulose tray lie some vapors and tablets. Desomorphine? Gamma-Butyrolactone? A powerful derivative of benzocaine? The shot is painless. The liquid exhales a smell of rancid butter. In his sleep, he begins to dream.<\/p>\n

Cobalt chips, marbled aluminum screens, orange peels and a thousand straws are his stored-up treasure. Its debris comes alive like a swarm of birds making silhouettes, sometimes muddled and sometimes cheerful. He dreamed of dancing in their impetuous and playful heart, alternating splits and arabesques, taunting Winter with his side steps. Freed from his terrestrial bonds, he would become a prince, the master in his ragpickers kingdom. Sailing without instruments, heading for the California state line, after Santa Barbara, following the footsteps of the one who never wanted to grow up.<\/p>\n

Awake, a screen in the crook of his neck emitting a stifled frequency, his heart beating slowly, only an electronic halo pierces the darkness. The window is covered with thick felt which is unraveling into shreds, sordid rags which are penetrated by moisture.<\/p>\n

Diogenes of Sinope, illuminated crackhead abandoned to moral corruption, that\u2019s what he looked like. A victim that would be protected from chemtrails, these vapor trails of sulfur left by Boeings braving the sky. Caught in the two-wheeled vice mounted on top of pikes, the cruel ones imagined by the Marquis of Alpilles, it was no more than a kind of celestial gallows. The same sensation was felt during his transatlantic flights, at the opportune time when numbness resulted from the combined blast of burning heat and icy air sliding across the surface of the porthole: an absolute state of suspension, where the body surrenders to the destiny of the airplane.<\/p>\n

Near Death Experience or an apparition of the Virgin Mary, he could not tell with his eyes full of frost if the sky was again cloaking itself. His sight clouded over by the steam from a cup, the world henceforth seemed accessible. If virtually nothing alive could be saved, he would once more find the light of spring, which clearing its path, would strike the few survivors with its gift of gab.<\/p>\n

Pierre-Alexandre Mateos and Charles Teyssou<\/p>\n

L\u2019enfant est alit\u00e9, sangl\u00e9 de part en part par des liens d\u2019aub\u00e9pines. Ses os sont si fragiles et ses mains si diaphanes qu\u2019on redoute une maladie inconnue. Bloqu\u00e9 dans ses draps, il peine \u00e0 apercevoir les m\u00e9sanges s\u2019enfon\u00e7ant dans la neige. La fen\u00eatre en PVC, puis les nuages et le ciel se confondent en mirage. Le regard embu\u00e9 par la vapeur d\u2019une tasse, le monde semble inaccessible. Au loin, les klaxons cadencent les sorties d\u2019autoroutes l\u00e0 o\u00f9 le goudron se fissure, brutalement \u00e9treint par des marteaux-piqueurs. Le bris du th\u00e9 sur le sol en carrelage r\u00e9pond au sursaut du coup de l\u2019horloge. Que les minutes semblent longues et l\u2019horizon vague.<\/p>\n

Goutte apr\u00e8s goutte, le temps est distendu.<\/p>\n

Sur un plafond d\u00e9samiant\u00e9, l\u2019enfant aux os de verre croit voir Lydwine de Schiedam, mystique catholique et Sainte des patineurs sur glace. N\u2019est-elle pas celle qui, transperc\u00e9e par les grilles, n\u2019avait pas su caut\u00e9riser ? Ses plaies ardentes ne supportaient gu\u00e8re les rafistolages. A l\u2019heure du repas, sur un plateau de cellulose gisent quelques vapeurs et comprim\u00e9s. D\u00e9somorphine ? Gamma- Butyrolactone ? Un d\u00e9riv\u00e9 puissant de benzoca\u00efne ? La piqure est indolore. Le liquide exhale une odeur de beurre rance. Dans son sommeil, il se met \u00e0 r\u00eaver.<\/p>\n

Eclats de cobalt, \u00e9crans d\u2019aluminium marbr\u00e9s, pelures d\u2019oranges et mille pailles sont son tr\u00e9sor amass\u00e9. Ses d\u00e9bris s\u2019animent comme un essaim d\u2019oiseaux, formant des silhouettes tant\u00f4t troubles tant\u00f4t all\u00e8gres. Il r\u00eavait de danser en leur c\u0153ur, imp\u00e9tueux et enjou\u00e9, alternant les \u00e9carts et les arabesques, narguant l\u2019Hiver par ses pas de c\u00f4t\u00e9. D\u00e9lest\u00e9 d\u2019attributs trop terrestres, il deviendrait prince, ma\u00eetre en son royaume des chiffonniers. Naviguant \u00e0 vue, direction les confins de la Californie, apr\u00e8s Santa Barbara, sur les traces de celui qui n\u2019a jamais voulu grandir.<\/p>\n

R\u00e9veill\u00e9, un \u00e9cran au creux du cou \u00e9mettant une fr\u00e9quence \u00e9touff\u00e9e, le battement du c\u0153ur lent, seul un halo \u00e9lectronique perce l\u2019obscurit\u00e9. La fen\u00eatre est recouverte d\u2019un \u00e9pais feutre qui s\u2019effiloche en lambeaux, sordides guenilles dans lesquelles s\u2019infiltre l\u2019humidit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Diog\u00e8ne de Sinope, crackhead illumin\u00e9 abandonn\u00e9 aux sentines, voil\u00e0 \u00e0 quoi il ressemblait. Une victime que l\u2019on prot\u00e9gerait des chemtrails, ces train\u00e9es de soufre laiss\u00e9s par les boeings bravant le ciel. Pris dans l\u2019\u00e9tau de deux roues surmont\u00e9es de piques, celles cruelles imagin\u00e9es par le Marquis des Alpilles, il n\u2019\u00e9tait plus qu\u2019une sorte de gibet c\u00e9leste. La m\u00eame sensation fut \u00e9prouv\u00e9e lors de ses vols transatlantiques, au moment de l\u2019engourdissement rendu propice par le souffle conjoint du chauffage br\u00fblant et de l\u2019air glac\u00e9 glissant \u00e0 la surface du hublot : un \u00e9tat de suspension absolu, o\u00f9 le corps s\u2019abandonne au destin de l\u2019appareil.<\/p>\n

Near Death Experience ou apparition mariale, il ne sut de ses yeux pleins de givre si le ciel se voilait \u00e0 nouveau. Le regard embu\u00e9 par la vapeur d\u2019une tasse, le monde semblait d\u00e9sormais accessible. Si presque rien de vivant ne pouvait \u00eatre sauv\u00e9, il retrouvait la lumi\u00e8re du printemps qui, se frayant un passage, frappait de sa faconde les quelques survivants.<\/p>\n

Pierre-Alexandre Mateos et Charles Teyssou<\/p>\n

Thank to Josephine Van Schendel for her precious help and support.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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