This creation comes from the trips I have never done, landscapes I’ve never seen, the Artic, the jungle. I wanted to meet the ones who live in those parts of the world, in those fertiles grounds, full of legends, those who where forced not to speak, those who have had their memoryes fosilized in order not to dye of cold like a print at the same time precarious and eternal. This trip is not to discover new landscapes, is to get new eyes, other eyes. What is fundamentally linked with the human, it is maybe what we find when you look under your skin. The skin like a field of leaves. When you lifthem up you find the big monkey. The big monkey is possesif an primary. He thinks with his stomac. Lifts up his skin like a woman drops his coat in full winter. When you have lifted all, you keep the climat, the rythms, the ordinary gestures, the symple things. When you leave the lands of the big monkey you can hear a love song.
Karine Ponties
