THE SLIPPER SLEEPER
(The sleeper with booties)
(The sleeper with booties)
This text is aimed particularly at Readers who have knowledge of English. Some words from one language to another can be (more or less) homophones, but not mean the same thing. This text is stuffed with two-way, with a vocabulary of words focused on the meat that will not escape the sharpest knives.
Six o'clock in the morning, I see a crowded London pub. I am a little under low after emptying my bag in a mug in toc tags. I seek the name of the street signs in full restitution for the rain that sows Flack series. Lost and stumbling, I stumbled on a nest of pools and falls in a trap. About to hoist myself out of true, I see a rubber hand outstretched towards me and accepts ugly. But here I am face to face with a garbage-covered boo, cleaner clay to the face that Jack also grease the refuse collectors. In a state of choke, I begin to make a bad guts. And if this guy was a cooper head? Ripper made in a perverse in glands? It's getting hot show. The panic I get, I also urges me to internally phlegm (so British). First, I repair a panel that could give me an artery correct ... oh wee-wee, I see a rated "Highgate" ... if the flesh is bone is that the body will sleep good. I start to run, but my dirty friend chasing me! I'm off (of course in English) while crying sausages to the eye and, to add to my wave to the ham, which was my bag hoover in my race lets out wads of horny biftons of BIFS mack on the ladies to appraise me short! I nose not turn around to pick them up, scenting the danger of a mishap. At this rate there, if I lose any piecewise it I do not have a single petty after flesh that serve me here as to resemble a skeletal beautiful fairy gore. Groaning under the flow of my tears, I'm no better than Squealing Mum's for sure ... it breaks the meat! Jack the refuse collectors to my trousers, I'm left with many more alternatives before passing away at the peak in glass or in a steel blade sharp! I desperately need dead, but there is no undue setter cat. Suddenly, the place of a church, I saw a mound of colorful slippers! I love myself and plunges into-peer (es) case since I'm already in the shoes ... and it works to play cash cash with a decor that delusion: it is the light of the sun zenith me that the warden of sleep daily, combined with the Toccata from the church, passing in my ear organs like Bach to the mess. A right eye, left eye, the root is free and I can quietly join the home of my life.
(MINI ENGLISH GLOSSARY: appraise = evaluate bad trip = intoxication bag = bag bone = bone = boo boo, butcher = butcher chap = guys = choke strangle comeback = back = cooper cooper = corned beef corned beef; corridor = corridor daily = daily dead = death = despair despair England = Great Britain, eye = eye = flack attack = flesh flesh flow = flow get = possess, glass = glass, grease = fat ham = ham Highgate Cemetery in London =, = home home hoover = vacuum cleaner, killer = killer LACK = lack, ugly = flat, love = love low = low, mack sleeping with = qq, meat = meat, mess = mess, nose = nose = organ organ peak = peak = petty insignificant pool = lake Queen Mum = Queen of England, repair = repair root = root = Setter Retriever English shoes = shoes, show = show steel = steel, trap = trap = trousers pants true = true wee-wee wee =). In FRENCH, refuse collectors = dustman.
I wondered what I was going to be able to use as visual to illustrate the text ... and I stopped in front of a window from the gallery Montpensier. If this installation made me laugh, I suddenly plunging into a part of Cluedo where Colonel Mustard Miss Rose is assassinated with the wrench in the conservatory, she has put off some who found the idea sometimes gruesome, sometimes funny ... "Oh, we do not know what to do with our bodies today," has scoffed one of them . "Tickle her feet to see if it moves," said another . The artist, Kirke Kangro is a young Estonian explain in English tinged Slavonic that it has sought to rewrite the paradoxical feelings evoked by the title "Home and Uncanny." "Home" for the safe and known side of the pair of slippers, "Uncanny" for his side when this odd pair of shoes appears in a dehumanized, decontextualized. It's a bit what it's like when exploring the wasteland or abandoned houses, where there are objects belonged, having been worn by strangers.
I desaturated the photo I took of the installation of Kirke Kangro
"Home & Uncanny", until April 28 2010, the competition Palais Royal Openair
@ Peter's Friends, 25 gallery Montpensier - Paris 1st
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"Uncanny" is the famous " uncanny," the Unheimlich described by Freud. It reminds me of a picture I had taken in the attic of an abandoned sanitarium, from which emerges a sense of unease:
Little Cinderella, September 5, 2009
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of Chaos covering a pile of slippers model unknown if it represents a corpse hidden or sleeping person, all accented by the very ambiguity of his lying is striking. Similarly, this sandal and these few clothes pins in an attic tell a story, load our imagination to tell us.
