On the floor, a rectangular surface holds a black liquid that appears to be asleep. Our eyes, awakened, briefly catch ripples crossing the watery surface, only to disappear again. These furrows, like traces of ploughing in the earth, disrupt the video projection.
of a grid, which itself makes the propagation of these displacements appear differently.
It’s only after a while that we become aware of diffuse, infinitely discreet, almost imperceptible sounds, akin to those of a record player that has finished playing vinyl without having been stopped, or of a radio losing frequency. Gradually, the grid is projected onto the black liquid, the tremors perpetually redefining the work and the sounds taken from a seismograph recording seismic movements. Leïla Simon