l'un l'autre 4 - monde intérieur

monde intérieur

planète tubulaire

vallées

biotopes

populaces innombrables

aux types variés

faces hérissées de poils

figures compactes

glissantes

infiltrantes

guerres intestines

purulentes

napoléoniennes

aux cents mille milliards de morts

interminable diversité d'êtres

continent inouï

mouvant sans cesse

mutant

l'un l'autre 3 - microbe

l'un l'autre 2 - quatre familles

 

Deuxième texte inclu dans l'exposition "l'un l'autre" à l'Institut de recherche en santé 2 à Nantes.

Pour en savoir plus : http://lokotoro.org/index.php/projets-en-cours/l-un-l-autre

l'un l'autre 1 - entrée subreptice

Exposition sur l'infectiologie, à l'Institut de recherche en santé 2, à Nantes
Travail au premier plan de Jérémy Segard

Miranda

 

Miranda is powerfully beautiful. When she stares at you, even though she is tall and square, even though she dresses terribly, you cannot help feeling a soft point in your chest. Yet no boys dare speak to her. She does have friends though and those more common-looking girls do find boyfriends. But not her. She feels quite lonely but tries not to care and studies hard. She loves thinking about uncommon things, maths questions or medieval epochs. As time goes by, she finds it harder and harder to communicate, as she spends most of her time alone. Then she starts drinking at parties and her life changes.



Picture by Yago Partal

Çınar

 

Çınar is the shyest guy on earth. He blushes when the camera looks at him in photobooths. He says he dresses in black because he is colourblind but the truth is he hopes he will go unseen. It usually fails, because he is so stout and handsome. His eyes are a very pure gold, yet not many people see them as he only looks at the ground. Then one days he meets Sevinç. Sevinç has brown hair with shadows in it and her skin is as sweet as dawn. She is straightforward and joyful and she has wonderful green eyes. Mostly, Sevinç is blind. Çınar falls in love instantly.



Picture by Yago Partal

Wolverine

 

Wolverine has definitely turned into a lonely beast. He never really trusted anyone but the world's lunacy has now had him lock himself in. He spends his days in a dressing gown, trying to read classics. Yet he is mostly irked by novels: Austen sends poisonous darts in a jungle of futile rules, Zola's tiresome castles always end up collapsing... Essays are even worse, as they try to understand a meaningless world. Now Wolverine longs for fresh air, but he restrains himself: humanity can die in rivers of blood, he won't try to help anymore, thank you very much. He once was a superhero but he has learnt that crowds' gratefulness is a one-day flower, then you go back to feeling different and unwelcome. So he plays video games and puts on weight. Then one day he gets a letter.



Picture by Yago Partal