An urban walking project in collaboration with RECYCLART and monitored by Thierry Davila.
Cyril Bron and David Fuehrer will follow a route that they will never be able to take. They will walk as close as possible to the Brussels Ring Road. Areas without sidewalks, they will invent a route between slides and forests, barriers and embankments, bridges and tunnels. These different crossings will open up space to unexpected landscapes.
They will be equipped with a camera which will transmit a live stream of images and sounds broadcast to Recyclart in Brussels.
It is about questioning the highway which appears as a metaphor for our time.
Through the device for producing images and sounds, the viewer is confronted with a tele-presence, distant proximity, anonymous and artificial. Artists and spectators experience the strangeness of an experience which combines both urban residue and technology, those left behind and properties under high protection.
Cyril and David invite you to come and join them to draw an ephemeral path with them, share a meal or an evening.
walking
a Metaphor
by cyril bron &
david fuehrer
“Despite permanent satellite coverage and
mesh surveillance cameras, we do not
know nothing about the world” (Philippe Vasset)
We have just finished a film, “our reflections”
which in a certain way tends to reflect something
thing of a society from those it has
excluded. By drawing the margins, don't we see this appear
What do they contain? With “our reflections”, we worked
with people whose destinies are linked to drug addiction. If he
was above all about making visible the journey of these
people through self-portraits, we punctuated the film
by putting us too on stage, in a bathroom, a
camera in place of the mirror, a sort of witness to our
questions:
-basically, who are you?
-basically.
Thus ends the film, indicating that something, something
part, radically escapes us.
“our reflections” was filmed in the margins, with people at
away from society and on the outskirts of a certain cinema
documentary. This marginality imposed itself on us as
the experience of a strangeness: a sign that something is slipping away,
like the perception of an expression that escapes us in the face of
camera or listening to our recorded voice. The strangeness
signifies a form of inaccessibility which questions our
representations of normality, of ourselves and beyond, in
changes the experience.
This strangeness profoundly questions our identity because
“here” there are no longer all the layers of belonging
social, everything that allows us to put ourselves on stage in the
everyday life. We are then crossed by a counter-experience,
not an experience of which "I am the author", but
an experience that happens to us. So something of ourselves
escapes us: we experience a non-coincidence in
heart of oneself. “The foreigner does not exactly cover otherness
of others; it therefore also extends to the own body, to the forms of
art and nature” (Waldenfels, Topography of the Foreign p.
11).
After “our reflections”, we wanted to continue this experience,
let us meet, be affected again by this excess
of strangeness: astonishment, curiosity, fears, injury and
fatigue. We were looking to rub shoulders with something on which we
would not have a socket, access to which would imply the suspension of