A road of prose is unknown in advance. Where it goes is both the reader’s and the writer’s guess. When you set out on such a road, the words write the words to follow. If you have an intention, it quickly gets lost in words you never expected to see in the first place. It is as if you have taken a wrong turn onto a wide toll highway, with a destination in mind at first but now missed. The wrong miles stretch ahead of you and you may not have enough money to pay the toll to turn around and go back again. You ever -  accumulating outrage and alienation  turn into the content of your journey now. The prose becomes a story about the progress of a hope.
If a dog crosses the highway, it becomes part of the prose road, because it is by now a story where there are contengencies, surprise entries, relations. The story is like the driver of a car who is lost. The driver has heightened, even burning consciousness of the weird, the accidental, the danger of weather and health. The driver laughs by herself. Surreal flash-memories of her known life take on a comic dimension. She curses herself as an idiot who despites everything, wants things to control the world. She wants that so much she might think, « I meant to get lost ». She might pause by a cliff and consider suicide. Feel the gravity hawl at her bones when she stands at the ledge of air. But she backs away and drives on. She never mentions this episode to anyone. The reader might pause at the same time and think of abandoning the book, but be unable to do so. It would be too intentional in the situation of complete randomness in which she and the heroine are living for this time. Such a long error with repetitive surge of hope and disappointment, the error becoming the actual fate (perhaps even the pre-determined one !) can develop into a metaphysical desire or stay wholly modern. In this latter case, there is little distinction between living people outside the book/car and imaginary people the head/car of the driver / writer. Not only a dog might wander by, but also Michael Jackson or Vaclav Havel. There is nothing metaphysical here, only the developed world bouncing on air.

Fanny Howe, A Great Ride, foreword to Torpor by Chris Krauss

A new page which works as a personal workshop/studio for drawing experiments. Meanwhile drawing painting and writing projects take shape, be it through magazines, workshops, online gallery.
Une nouvelle page qui fonctionne comme un atelier pour des expériences de dessin. Dans le même temps, les projets de dessins peinture et d'écriture prennent forme, que ce soit à travers des revues, des workshops,  une galerie en ligne.

Champ de patates numéro 100

Ouessant, 102 x 65 cm, aquarelle et encre sur papier, 2016

Paris - Missouri,

76 x 56 cm, techniques mixtes, 2016

Turtle Island, I recently discovered in my readings, used to being the name given by native Americans – more precisely Iroquois- to what is now called North America.

According to Iroquois oral history Sky woman fell down to the earth when it was covered with water. Various animals tried to swim to the bottom of the ocean to bring back dirt to create land. Muskrat succeeded in gathering dirt, which was placed on the back of a turtle, which grew in the land known today as North America.

As I was about to go on a residency freshly launched by friends in Greece, I was told the key topic would be « the limits of the state ».
Turtle Island seemed to be a very relevant way of approaching the reflexion. A reflexion that would not be one, that would present itself in the guise of fiction. But fiction is the one thing that makes us think (without believing we hold the truth), I believe.
Everything made sense, suddenly. The story started to find its characters and narration components.
America, where I have been recently and where I will go soon again,
(talking now of the United States), actually is Turtle Island. This is not a discovery in terms of oral stories, but it is a pretty great way for a character like Don Quijote to bump into reality again.  So what if Don Quijote decides to look for Turtle Island ? He will never find it, but he will for sure show us some of its fantasies. Or he will find it, and present us a land which real features can endorse mythical or utopian ones. The USA will always be Turtle Island, at the end – even though most of us forgot about it.
This is how reality and fiction bump into each other again. This is how fiction affects reality, in a joyful movement.
Don Quijote is bored with his being a man. He can be Donna Quixote.
Another matter of happiness.
There are other components to the story. Actually there are many and I can’t recall them all. It has been a long time since I use the Don Quijote character as a metaphor for wander and utopia. The intertext doesn’t reduce itself to Cervantès’novel.

When in Saint Louis, Missouri, I started researching on the Cadillac’s symbol and name. Saint Louis used to being part of Louisiana (which was huge at the beginning of the 19th century and covered the country from North to South). Its governor, at one point, happened to be Antoine Laumet de Cadillac. The story of that guy is fascinating to me as it is about identity shift entwined with America’s colonization history.
Antoine Laumet was born in France. Like many immigrants he took advantage of emigrating to the New World to create a new identity, perhaps to conceal the reasons that drove him from France.
Laumet created a new name, identity and noble origin, while protecting himself from possible recognition by persons who knew him in France. He became Antoine Laumet de Cadillac. 
It was common for adventurous Frenchmen emigrating  to the new world in these days to usurp the noble title and armorial bearings of true noblemen.
In adition to being a governor of Louisiana, Antoine Laumet was the founder of Detroit. That is how, later on, at the beginning of the 20th Century, a Detroit car company named itself in honor of the founder of the city.

Now. What if Donna Quixote’s armorial is inspired by the Cadillac one. And what about a vehicle that unites these two fictions, made out of realities. What about making that happen on Turtle Island. 

Turtle Island

 For Klima, at Paros, Greece

Medellin, Colombia
Campos de Gutierrez Residency

Behind the Scenes of the Sea Theater

Premiered March 2014 at the Akademie Schloss Solitude, Stuttgart, followed by a presentation at WIELS, Brussels. April 2014 at Cooper Union, New York, and Haverford College, Philadlephia. November 2014 at NYU, English and Drama department. 


You are the last of the Cadillac
Hélène Baril's show in Saint Louis, Missouri
Opening reception Saturday, February 21, 2015
Artist in Residency at Paul Artspace


Windmill, 2015

The Wonder of Dreams, 2014

South by SouthWest, 2013

Upcoming in 2013 : www.sbkland.com

SBK goes to Geneva ! - august 2012 - 

Shell Bar Kar 

Argus : october 2011 - july 2012

upcoming : SBK