Noémie Borzeix
Mrs. Holle Just Left the Building



Mrs. Holle Just Left the Building



Bambambam There is no Country but childhood’s (R. Barthes) A theatrical performance between tenderness and morbidity. Are we ever truly innocent? A conversation between our inner space and the very special space of this abandoned factory. This special space, a huge room without windows, became part of the performance. The sound had an intense reverberation…
and we headed away from the metro into narrower streets when we took a turn around the corner to the old bus station. The area was a wreck. We took some photos with our phones, spoke about gentrification, lack of government funding for artists and exhibitions we had been to that week. Through the open…
In the dim silence of an abandoned building, The Visitors emerge through augmented reality, fragmented sculptures floating where walls once held memory. Their forms, stitched from digital echoes and recycled matter, shimmer against the cracked concrete, observing without eyes. As you move through the space, their presence shifts with you, not haunting, but remembering. https://openar.art/a/7v7CsgLRGqffJt03…
Metallic tree planting, revenge of the iron beam. I decided to plant metallic trees with some iron beams i had taken from a demolished building, in this way i wanted to manifest the “revenge of the iron beams”. Instead of the iron to be used as a structure material, it will be presenting itself like…
The Dinner In the moment that society consumes everything at a fast pace, with less and less thinking and feeling, humans have become products. This cannibalistic dinner, is an allegory, about the form that human relationships have taken in the developed world.
Languida The audience is invited into a hypnagogic sci-lab, where the elegance of discarded materials is staged. They perform as embryonic creatures. I encountered the performative nature of matter in found objects, seeking to question the anthropocentric gaze of fruition. Collective dreams are released in an intimate space where the spectator’s usually peremptory gaze reformulates,…
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