PIERRE CORIC

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Composition With 1000 Blinks For Two Perons The Funnel Of Speech Movement N°1 The First Tool Toilet Flag The Flag Of Something Within Something Else Fabric Gun Performance in Missread - Berlin Performance in Hopscotch - Berlin Three Cutting Boards With Flowers Highway Flag Three movement studies for a kinetic sculpture Approximative Measure Moving The T AA-ZZZZZ, flyers design Performance in Rongwrong - Amsterdam Skraboudja with Emily Going Somewhere - Act 1 Bernadette hosting -> 256 Combination Black + Nothing Not So Far Bertrands Skraboudja AA-ZZZZZ Treehouse Day Treehouse Day - Installation Quick Trash Sculpture The observatory in the forest under the sky Come Watch Me Sinking Composition N°1 With Machines The Treehouse 5,4,3,2,1 Nobody? Flyering on Vrijdagmarkt Machine N°3 Les Fantômes De Vrijdagmarkt Abandoned Boulversement Machine Pour Poncer Mon Caillou KDG EXTREME 1000 Lampe N°1 Et Lampe N°2 Machine N°1 Random Chaos Une Oeuvre Honnête Petites Annonces - Advertenties 22236 Le Cupper Tram X Trame Impressions Manuelles Boursographies Par Les Petites Routes Levé De Soleil Une Fenêtre Quadrichromies Valise Issu Du Chaos IInnssttaanntt Un Jour Une Image

Chaos always fascinated me, the universe is huge and full of bits of many kinds of different things and stuff. When you shake it all, collisions between them happen which sometimes makes "some things" become "something". At some point, some things became "Humans" and "Cities".
Cities are shaking machines made by humans to shake their lives all together so it’s a place where this transformation happens more than anywhere else. A significant part of these translations forms the chaos, it could be seen as a kind of garbage made by the city machine but I see it as bits of things and stuff that just need to be shaken again. I'm working on finding, collecting and connecting these bits with a will of universality. I'm exploring existing systems or inventing my own ones in order to do so.
«Some things» becoming «something» is a construction of meaningless bits becoming a meaningful ensemble. The sum of all these bits of reality, dots, letters, blinks of light, pixels, seconds, words, minutes, sentences, hours, thoughts, days, talks, years, electric impulsions, drops of ink, screws, drop of water, ropes, drops of oil, springs, drops of paint, wire, drops of blood, wells, branches, pieces of thread, pebbles, rays of sun, tissues, drop of wine, atoms, grains of sand, handful of soil, cells, colours, tears, musical notes, humans = reality within which there is its blurry vague and wrong representation that we can only perceive and prevent us to ever grasp it.
Always doubting of my perception, I will keep trying to grasp, here and there, some crumbles of reality.

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