TINO SEHGAL

PALAIS DE TOKYO – OCTOBER 12 2016 – PARIS – TINO SEHGAL 

Carte Blanche à Tino Sehgal. 

The little boy asked me…what is progress for you? I said…it is not looking back, it is looking forwards, like looking at a white page; you have to write new things on it; you can’t copy; you can’t use past ideas…you have to invent new things to write on the white page… he looked at me…he had really strong spectacles…he said…but is there something else than the white page that represents progress for you? … smart…I thought…well, yes, there are many more options, but look…we are in a white space…this is freedom, this is progress… this is a space were you can invent new things, new ideas, new expressions, new concepts…mmm… but he was fast…I saw him thinking…and he agreed, he will think later at home…strange lady…but maybe she has a point…

A younger person, with curled hair said to me… interesting the metaphor of the white page… how do you see this as a project for the new world in progress… I said, well… we live in a globalised world, we can connect thanks to Internet…this is a new white page… I can write on my Instagram; every day is a new white page… but why are we not in peace? What is not working? Is it religion that separates us? Or is it Language… no he said, the English language now is connecting us…so, yes religion…it is how we define the concept of religion… yes, he has a point…but see there is not only language but there is also body language…In japan I didn’t spoke the language but I could connect with people thanks to accepting their body language. He was thinking… He said, I am an actor and therefore I understand.

One day I had to kill my dog…my dog was sick and the veteran said he couldn’t cure him; my dog was a substitute for my brother I lost; my father said if you have to kill your dog you have to do it yourself! I went to the veteran… she asked me … did you ever killed an animal? I said no… I was not a child living in the woods… she asked me…did you ever kill? No, no… no!… I never killed, not an animal, not a butterfly nor an insect… I don’t like plants, animals…I am quiet essential…I don’t take care of them…they need attention and I can’t give this attention…I am a product of the existential movement, before the ’68 movement I am quiet minimal. She asked me… do you have pictures… no, no I have no pictures nor photographs in my living room… interesting she said…she was a bit older…

The last woman a bit younger than me, but very mature, spoke about a place where she was  born; I forgot but it sounded like a very far exotic place; when she became sick her parents send her all alone to France, in the south… she learned to speak the language, the eat the food, the understand the people…in school she had to write with a feather, ‘la plume’ and she brook the feather; she was hardly punished; now she became a writer, but it all started when she had a computer in front of her; I understand I said; I am also writing now, only inspired on my I-pad and thanks to my computer!

She brought me to a wide, wide space; all people were sitting on the floor; relaxed… waiting, dreaming, resting, some walking; then suddenly a young African woman came to me; she started to tell about this grandmother, a woman with blue eyes… she was so good in story telling… she loved the mountains…she said to me…quiet!!! listen to the echo, listen to the sound of the mountains. I learned so much of that woman; I was raised with white rise… but I Learned so much from her!

Then, suddenly they all stood up making steps from left to right from behind to before; they came closer to each other intertwining, intertwining…creating tensions and then after a while of this, lets say ballet, they started running from one space to the other…

In the mean time I was attracted to a sound; it was dark… what should I do? Listen to the sound… go deeper in the dark? I hesitated…

Finally, I looked to the running people from above on the stairs; a man, Indian, came to me… he asked me… where is the exhibition? The paintings? I said that’s the exhibition, the people…I tried to explain, but I was so dreaming away of the experience that he maybe didn’t understood; or maybe he was part of… Tino Sehgal…?

 

Linda Loppa

October 17 2016