Wednesday 29th June 2011 from 10am to 5pm
12 rue Vermenouze in the centre of Aurillac
Come and tell us what you think!
Think outside the box! Don't be boring... be there!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tatitown!
You can see this dance, inspired by the film Playtime by Jacques Tati, on the 15th of June at the Square in Aurillac at 17:00. The troop is made up of ten amateur dancers from Saint-Eugène lycée and three pupils from La Manufacture dance school. The theme is people living in a conformist society...
Monday, June 6, 2011
Come and enjoy the show!
See you there!
Why are you all looking in the cupboard?!
Tereza and Bob the box
Your comments please...Friday, June 3, 2011
Bwhat?! FESTIVAL: the private view (vernissage) took place last Wednesday 1st June... fun for all the family!
COME AND SEE THESE WORKS OF ART (AND MORE) AT12 rue de Vermenouze, Aurillac,
EVERY WEDNESDAY AND SATURDAY OF JUNE (10 o'clock to 5 o'clock)!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Baby box by Tereza Stopkova
Je m’appelle Kamila Mardi, je suis née ce matin et je suis déjà toute seule dans la vie. Je pleure – je voudrais une dose, une petite dose d’héroïne, ou, au moins, du valium, si vous n’avez pas une dose, une petite dose, pour moi. Je suis effrayée. Il est une heure, sept minutes et quinze secondes.
Je ne connais plus ma mère, ma mémoire, ma petite mémoire, des petits enfants comme moi, me trahit. Je suis toute seule dans ma vie. Normalement, les petits enfants, ont une poussette, un chaperon, une couverture, une peluche, et une mère, ou un père, ou les deux.
Je n’ai jamais vu mon père. Mais je sais qu’il a beaucoup de doses, des petites doses, héroïne, meth, cocaïne, pervitin, n’importe quoi, pour moi.
Ma mère m’a accouché dans une vieille gare, et elle m’a laissé là, une petite fille, moi, un bébé, un petit espoir. Elle n’a pas crié pendant la délivrance, car je suis petite, une petite fille, même pas trois kilos, avec de petits cheveux blonds, comme ma mère, mais propres ; et avec des yeux verts, comme elle, mais joyeux. Il est une heure, sept minutes et quarante secondes.
Elle est revenue une heure plus tard, avec des larmes aux yeux, comme moi, et on a pleuré, et elle m’a chanté une chanson, et c’est le deuxième et dernière don qu’elle ma donné, le premier, c’était la vie.
Et elle m’a mis dans une boite, chaude, et confortable, et elle ne m’a pas donné de nom, je me suis donné un nom, parce que aujourd’hui, c’est le jour de sainte Kamila, et aujourd’hui, c’est mardi. Il est une heure, huit minutes et vingt secondes.
Et elle est partie, aucun bisou, aucun mot, et je suis toute seule, et j’entends une alarme, et je veux une dose, une petite dose, pour moi. Et je suis dans la boite, et je ne sais pas bouger, et je ne sais pas parler, et je vois une infirmière, et pour la première fois, je vois un sourire.
Je ne connais plus ma mère, ma mémoire, ma petite mémoire, des petits enfants comme moi, me trahit. Je suis toute seule dans ma vie. Normalement, les petits enfants, ont une poussette, un chaperon, une couverture, une peluche, et une mère, ou un père, ou les deux.
Je n’ai jamais vu mon père. Mais je sais qu’il a beaucoup de doses, des petites doses, héroïne, meth, cocaïne, pervitin, n’importe quoi, pour moi.
Ma mère m’a accouché dans une vieille gare, et elle m’a laissé là, une petite fille, moi, un bébé, un petit espoir. Elle n’a pas crié pendant la délivrance, car je suis petite, une petite fille, même pas trois kilos, avec de petits cheveux blonds, comme ma mère, mais propres ; et avec des yeux verts, comme elle, mais joyeux. Il est une heure, sept minutes et quarante secondes.
Elle est revenue une heure plus tard, avec des larmes aux yeux, comme moi, et on a pleuré, et elle m’a chanté une chanson, et c’est le deuxième et dernière don qu’elle ma donné, le premier, c’était la vie.
Et elle m’a mis dans une boite, chaude, et confortable, et elle ne m’a pas donné de nom, je me suis donné un nom, parce que aujourd’hui, c’est le jour de sainte Kamila, et aujourd’hui, c’est mardi. Il est une heure, huit minutes et vingt secondes.
Et elle est partie, aucun bisou, aucun mot, et je suis toute seule, et j’entends une alarme, et je veux une dose, une petite dose, pour moi. Et je suis dans la boite, et je ne sais pas bouger, et je ne sais pas parler, et je vois une infirmière, et pour la première fois, je vois un sourire.
Boogy boxes by Lisa Desjobert, photos by Alex Desjobert
You would think that a night club would be the usual week-end meeting place for people, generally under 30, who want to dance in an overcrowded space (called a “boîte” i.e. a box in French) listening to loud music. And you are right. But it is not just clubbers, dancers, DJs and sundry losers that go to night clubs; there are also very interesting people…
The first category of person is teenagers, who go to nightclubs to listen to music and dance with their friends.
Then, you have those who drop in unannounced because they are drunk and have no clue to what’s going on or where they are, but since they’re here, why not try to dance?
Then, you have the singles that come alone or with a friend, and expect their body moves to attract someone else.
Some are there because they were dragged in by their best friend who thinks they don’t go out enough. Those people usually meet at the bar all the non-dancers/drunk people who don’t know what the hell they are doing there, but alcohol smooths things along...
You also can find those who can’t hold their liquor and nod violently to the loud noise, I mean music, at the same time, and spend all the night throwing up on their shoes.
Then, you have the annoying girl who speaks very loudly and just seems to know every song and just loves them all and she tries to boogy on down to the dance floor, grabbing your hand saying: “Come on! I looooove this song!” and, because you resist, she’ll go on her own, trying to show you she can still have a great time even without you.
Of course, you have THE girl, the only one who knows how to dance with high heels and still look amazing. She’s surrounded by a bunch of losers who try to get her attention by showing how lame they are. It’s not their fault, but boys will be boys!
If you go outside, you’ll find the smokers, and those who are too hot, the couples, and those who are throwing up, again.
On your way back in, you could cross the path of someone in the “Old” category. They are over 30 and don’t exactly dance the same way normal people do. They will “rock” to every sound, even if it’s Techno.
The last group of people (mostly old too) is made up of those who think they can dance, but seriously don’t have it! And by “it”, I mean rhythm!
So, what kind of person do you think you are? In which category do you place your friends? Your time to talk!
The first category of person is teenagers, who go to nightclubs to listen to music and dance with their friends.
Then, you have those who drop in unannounced because they are drunk and have no clue to what’s going on or where they are, but since they’re here, why not try to dance?
Then, you have the singles that come alone or with a friend, and expect their body moves to attract someone else.
Some are there because they were dragged in by their best friend who thinks they don’t go out enough. Those people usually meet at the bar all the non-dancers/drunk people who don’t know what the hell they are doing there, but alcohol smooths things along...
You also can find those who can’t hold their liquor and nod violently to the loud noise, I mean music, at the same time, and spend all the night throwing up on their shoes.
Then, you have the annoying girl who speaks very loudly and just seems to know every song and just loves them all and she tries to boogy on down to the dance floor, grabbing your hand saying: “Come on! I looooove this song!” and, because you resist, she’ll go on her own, trying to show you she can still have a great time even without you.
Of course, you have THE girl, the only one who knows how to dance with high heels and still look amazing. She’s surrounded by a bunch of losers who try to get her attention by showing how lame they are. It’s not their fault, but boys will be boys!
If you go outside, you’ll find the smokers, and those who are too hot, the couples, and those who are throwing up, again.
On your way back in, you could cross the path of someone in the “Old” category. They are over 30 and don’t exactly dance the same way normal people do. They will “rock” to every sound, even if it’s Techno.
The last group of people (mostly old too) is made up of those who think they can dance, but seriously don’t have it! And by “it”, I mean rhythm!
So, what kind of person do you think you are? In which category do you place your friends? Your time to talk!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
FRIENDSHIP BOX by Alissa Viguier & Camille Moins
Our box is the result of many artistic influences, but the sculptor Joseph Cornell undoubtedly inspired us most. From his work emanates a sort of humanity. The boxes he made were "alive". This modern artist made creations about things we cannot see: ideas, memories, fantasies, and dreams; we find this fascinating. We love the fact that he shared his feelings. He created visual poems in which surface, form, and texture, all fit perfectly together. According to him, materials for making boxes can be found anywhere: attics, basements, bookshops, in the woods, and sometimes in the street… Cornell was a precursor in the use of boxes in art and his work really was the main starting point of our house. Our work will pay homage to Cornell.
The main idea of our project is to expose our tastes, our desires, our fears, our passions, or the things we reject. It is a mix of two different personalities: Alissa’s and Camille’s. The board, in the shape of a house, has lots of squares; it has no fewer than ninety three niches of different sizes, each one containing an object which has a particular meaning for us. Camille and I share the box because it is also about our friendship.
Over the last few months we have become obsessed with this box! How were we to show abstract ideas and capture our feelings? It has been essential to work on ourselves to understand ourselves better and decrypt our daily lives.
Most niches are common to both of us but some are personal.
The house is for us a symbol of safety, stability and happiness, as well as of our friendship.
To open a home, you need a key. It symbolizes opening, the finding of a solution... We have chosen to invite you to enter our home, our lives. A key is often symbolic, a sign of generosity, sometimes of responsibility, and in our case, trust in each other.
Our birth dates appear in black on a white background. We were born on the same day nine months apart. Both boxes are directly inspired by the artist On Kawara. In fact, he takes open wooden boxes and adds newspaper clippings with corresponding dates. He puts an item in his box, and thus captures life from day to day.
Our families are very different. Camille has a brother and three sisters, whereas I only have one sister. However, both our families are very important in our lives. We share the idea of founding a big and beautiful family. To be able to raise our children and have an interesting job too is really important for us.
Camille has a goldfish: Albert. I have a dog: Calisse. Both animals are very different, but bring us happiness.
In the middle of the house, there is Camille’s blanket when she was a child. This "transitional object" is reassuring and a childhood souvenir.
This year, Camille and I are in “Seconde 2”; there are twenty six students in the class and we are all friends. We wanted to honour our class mates through a box. And as you can see there is a box in the middle for them.
Working is a fundamental concern when it comes to high school. Career advice, quizzes, forms, everything is planned to guide us in our future project. Camille already knows what she wants to do later; she hopes to become an architect. I still do not know what I want to do later... I cannot make up my mind between journalism and advertising. When we were children, we dreamt of becoming hairdressers!
Our passion is dancing; it takes up three hours of our time every week.
We all love sports in general, it allows us to spend energy and feel free. Competition is also important for us; it helps us to surpass ourselves.
Reading allows us to enter into a whole new world. It is a real pleasure and we relish each new book.
Movies, music, photography, painting, crafts, writing; all forms of art are beautiful. Since we were kids we have enjoyed craft work. Why not make it our jobs?
Clothing, shoes, fashion accessories, etc. may seem superficial, but at our age, fashion is very important. Girls like to take care of their appearance; it is a facet of adolescence. Camille loves Zadig & Voltaire, me, I’m more Sandro. We love shoes and bags! But, is it so important to have the latest Gucci bag or the new Louboutin, at a time when the world is crying famine?
Paris is today one of the most famous fashion capitals, it annually attracts millions of tourists. It is the representation of all things French and elegant.
The computer is becoming ever more important, not to mention the explosion of social networking with Facebook. 48% of teenagers spend more than three hours per day watching TV. One of the niches is about this fact.
We dream of travelling. Trips free the mind and bring knowledge. We went to England a few years back and we found it amazing!
Food and cooking are everywhere in life, so we decided to devote four boxes to it: one with a recipe and a whip, the other for our love of sweets, the next for fruit and the last for fast food.
Religion plays an important role in Camille’s life, for my part much less. But an experience links us whatever our beliefs, that of the “PéléVTT”. This pilgrimage by bike opened my mind and heart. It is symbolized by a pink scarf, which represents our team colours last June. This adventure was rewarding and exciting for us.
The weather punctuates our days. It influences our moods, our activities, our habits, our dress codes. Not a day goes by without us talking about the weather. It is essential to enjoy life to the full, not to have regrets.
Several boxes in the house are locked up with a red cross; this cross expresses the things we reject. The first is Mathematics, an enigmatic subject for us (too many numbers!). It is an intangible and abstract art. The second deals with housework and other distressing chores: “set the table, make the bed, and empty the dishwasher!” The third is devoted to rain. Waking up in the morning in a good mood, and discovering through the window that it is raining is simply awful.
A (good) surprise is the most pleasant way to break routine! A big or a small one, surprises bring happiness and help to forget little worries. Let us be inventive!
Our birthdays are on the second day of the month and 2 is also our lucky number. It may be superstitious, but sometimes we believe in magic. 2 is inexplicable...
Our fears are numerous, both big and small: the dark, death, emptiness, unemployment, spiders, the white page, the Maths book...
Why a black box? Two possible explanations: black represents the lack of inspiration ("it's a total blank in my mind!” i.e. the difficulty of finding a good idea, of making the right choice) and the "black box" can also refer to the box found on a plane which contains a wealth of information. These two ideas are contradictory, yet it characterizes the frustration and the joy experienced by some artists when they do their work.
The Cantal is a land of cows. It is the only department where there are more cows than people! Aurillac, its capital, is considered as a town that is always cold, but it is in fact the 17th sunniest city in France. The city has had 2084 hours of sun every year between 1970 and 2000. From the outside, the town seems banal, but it is like a secret garden where, with a bit of effort, it is possible to discover a few pretty flowers.
Our house does not completely reveal our lives; there are still some hidden areas, our own secret garden...
If you look in the mirror in one of the niches you will find yourself invited inside our friendship box! You too are part of our lives now...
Our friendship box is also a "pas de deux", the result of our combined efforts. I met Camille two years ago, and we immediately appreciated each other. We share the same interests, though our personalities are different. Our differences have created links between us. We started the house two months ago; we have built, shaped and decorated it together. Eugene Cloutier said: "Friendship is slow to mature, whereas life is fast”. By creating this box together, our friendship has grown.
YOU CAN SEE THIS WORK OF ART DURING THE BWHAT?! FESTIVAL AT 12 RUE DE VERMENOUZE AURILLAC EVERY WEDNESDAY AND SATURDAY FROM 10:00 TO 17:00 DURING JUNE 2011!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Source of inspiration 275: Box turtle
For a turtle, her carapace is her home, her only home. When she is afraid, she enters into her carapace to protect herself against different dangers. Do you know what a turtle carapace is made of ? Her carapace is made of bone and cartilage. Often it is rigid but sometimes it can be soft.
Human beings also have a carapace, a psychological one... For us, it is a wall that protects us against society, feelings, and painful relationships… Some people have a strong carapace, but they are often alone, they end up hating life !
Sometimes some people want to destroy their protective layer, but they can’t do it alone. So they ask for help from a psychologist because they are not strong enough to do so alone.
Human beings can’t live alone ! We need to share our lives, our worries, with other people, to have relationships. Sometimes you need to be alone, but feeling lonely is terrible.
So, stop being a turtle!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Source of inspiration 268: Jeux d'enfants
I really like the film 'Jeux d'enfants' ('Love Me if You Dare'), by Yann Samuell. The main roles are played by Marion Cotillard and Guillaume Canet who are my favourites actors.
The story is about two childhood friends, Julien and Sophie. Their friendship is linked by a box and a challenge game which they never stop playing, even when they grow up: "truth or dare" ("cap ou pas cap?"). Both are "cap" every time, except to say they love each other. They live with these bets, for these bets, by these bets! The film shows us their life, from the beginning of their friendship until their deaths. It will take them a lifetime to say "I love you"...
And what is the box all about? In fact, when Julien and Sophie play the game, they give each other a lovely box. Whoever owns the box gives the other a challenge, and when it is done, the other wins the box and can gives a challenge in turn to his friend.
It is Julien's mother who gave him the box before her death. Sophie is Polish and people laugh about her. So for both of them, the game is a way to forget their problems. As time goes by, the game becomes essential, more beautiful and important in their lives.
Julien and Sophie, with this story, show us that we can stay child-like all our lives. This film is funny, touching, a little sad, very realistic, and it makes me dream!
A very good friend, Damien, gave me this film and I saw it, for the first time, with Mathilde and Margaux, my room mates at boarding school. We really enjoyed it! I thought it was important to say what this film represents for us. It makes me ask questions about the meaning of my life, my way of thinking and how I live every day.
And is it really a problem to stay a bit like a child all one's life? We must be serious, responsible, but we only have one life! So I think it is essential to be positive, and not to be so stressed like the adults!
Now, with my friends, we have found a box, and we sometime play "cap ou pas cap" to have fun. So, find a beautiful box and have fun in your life too!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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