“Do we know exactly what inspires us? Inspiration is, in a way, a non-discernible artistic urge, given its mysterious origin. Whereas a pregnant woman’s urge, despite its equally mysterious origin, will never merit the term inspiration.
In short, I think this particular house, built in 1862 for a hosiery industrialist, inspired me. This house, even when refurbished as a contemporary art center and thus neutralized in its “animism”, suggested this exhibition to me.
A fireplace, wood panelling or a picturesque, typical or stylish terrazzo floor are preserved here, as you wish and according to your own taste. No doubt these beautiful traces of an era on the verge of being beautiful have sent me back to my own, and I’ve been thinking about equally stylish sculptures from 1995 to 2003, which I’m delighted to see installed on the mantelpiece or in the conservatory. But, as decorating consultants say, the old goes with the contemporary and, as sentimentalists say, the present is often contained in the past. So, on the other hand, I made a wall, a huge, ravaged, flamboyant relief, a scab, the kind that sizzles under laziness.”
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